Tonalité : C major
Verse 1
C
Db
C
Ab
Listen, just hit it with
Db
your fucking shit.
C
It's just a fucking spider.
Cm
Ab
Db
C
Cm
How hard is it to kill a spider?
Ab
Db
C
Cm
Fine, I'll do it.
C
Fm
Rappers want to go model,
C
Ab
trying to be flying on the runway
Db
C
When all their rhyme spray
F#
pertains to gunplay.
Db
What a contrast,
C
Dbm
but when it comes to hip -hop, you're
C
Living on a plane,
Fm
C
Fm
C
similar to big bop pers.
G
Fm
My plane is existential,
fans are still wistful
F#m
G
Fm
For back in the days,
Em
Fm
E
but I run with vagueness by the fistful.
F#m
G
Fm
And no, we're not loitering,
we are disorderly
F#m
G
Fm
Make beats and kick clowns,
but most importantly
Ab
D
C
I'll spit this like it's my last day,
cause it might be
I might leave this roof
Fm
and get hit by a truck
C
I'm off halfway, I like C
I'm slightly sick, but mostly hype
Db
C
We spoke to Kali, talked to Al
The boys might smoke to 90s
Folks are life -living, I'm strife -giving
Db
C
On knife -shivin' motherfuckers
near Northlands
Db
Up by the hard tracks, singin' floor caps
C
B
With Cormorant, help restore rap
Db
C
But too many feel they don't wanna test
Like Rorschach,
I can't work day -to -day
Fm
C
The limit's caught me
in the lunch line
Fm
C
That's why my show's last longer
than a Talib -Kul -Eid punchline
Db
Fm
C
Fm
I rap it to the next bar
C
Ab
like a Talib -Kul -Eid punchline
Db
C
But I make no sense
like a Talib -Kul -Eid punchline
Db
G
Fm
Cause they don't pay drunks
C
that they ownin' the ticket
Ab
Fm
C
I started to rip it at O 'Byrne's
after talkin' to chickens
Db
C
The men were rook
ie birdcatchers
so they got it in hand
Db
C
Fuck your girlfriend, man,
quit doubtin' your man
Db
C
At your show, you're on stage,
you're playin' with your crew
Db
C
While I poach it up, sip with Estella,
thinkin' of lines for you
Db
These local rappers
C
ain't shit to me, I spit serendipity
Db
C
Flippin' a ditch and I'm Joe
with Beats like Dudipity
Who's dissing me?
Db
Crews get to be too finicky
C
Criminally fuming them,
Ab
choose to use mimicry
Db
C
B
Db
I bet it hurts you to see me on top
C
Jumping on chairs like Roberto Benigni
G
Life is beautiful,
F
Fm
especially when you dis
cern the average
G
Gm
And get above it
Fm
C
by flipping samples
Fm
C
like a dirty mattress
Fm
F#m
G
F
I con vey and use talent,
Fm
display the true balance
F#m
Who's calyx?
G
Fm
C
Is it a kid in the Navy?
Em
New Balance?
Fm
F#m
G
Fm
You might be telling some things
to elegant thinkers
F#
F#m
G
Until I run your house
Fm
and take in jewels like Zelda's Link
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G
Fm
But it looks like y 'all fucked up
Yes, y 'all fucked up
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Fm
Stumbled up and downstairs,
C
Fm
apparently they run amok
Em
Fm
G
C
Pumps jump up, it's a dark star,
these car parkers
Better buckle up for the
Fm
C
kid with the black Pumas
And the thrift store button up
Fm
Knuckle fucks, I chuckle at them
B
Fm
Buckin' up, business on end
C
Staked out rust on thoughts
like I'm crushin' the endless
To this broken Copenhagen,
meanin' I didn't mark a target
Leavin' progress dark,
Fm
it's been sharp dark
C
To this dark darkness,
Fm
harkin' back to the days
Now this isn't a rerun
C
I'm chillin' in a dorm,
B
Db
steady drinkin' Capri Suns
Eb
Gm
See, you know, that wasn't so hard
Fm
Eb
See, that's how you kill a spider
You
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