Tonalité : E major•
Verse 1
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(INTRO)
This is the season...
To fear young black men, hell
black men period.
Espically while they kill themselves.
It is contagous, this virus,
this violence. (splatter his blood)
Huh? What did (splatter his
blood) you just say?
Is he dead? (splatter his blood)
I don't under(splatter his
blood)stand this.
Don't you know...
Esham's back with another wicket track
Verse 2
F#m
Some
E
old wicket shit and all that
A new era, I'll bring the
Bm
terror plus the funk
F#m
E
You can't rock me so don't
try to copy my format
Bm
Like liquid drano but it's acid rap
E
I'm a soloist so no one
has to pass it back
Bm
You wanna get rid of me, I'm the
F#m
epitomy
Suckaz don't consider me 'cause
E
they ain't shit to me
See I get funky like dog shit
And don't step to me
raw 'cause I ain't havin it
And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin it
Bm
A
Bm
And like a knife to your mind I'm stabbin it
C#
E
The you- N- H- O- L-
why fuckin it up daily
F#m
E
Now I'm in your system so
F#m
how you gonna play me, PUNK
E
I drop the funk like a bad habit
A
E
C#
You still chasin after tricks like a silly rabbit
E
Show respect to the
Bm
motherfuckin man
'cause I'm makin more music
Verse 3
then your body can stand.
E
(CHORUS)
F#m
Makin more music then your
E
F#m
body can stand
E
Fell this, Music...
F#m
Makin more music then your
E
F#m
E
D
A
body can stand
Bm
If...you...feel...good....I'm your
A
F#m
maaan
Verse 4
F#m
E
I'm like a gypsy with a crystal ball
F#m
E
And I've seen the fu ture for
all of ya'll
Bm
And it state's that I got a life long faith
E
A
E
To kick the wicket shit and I'll never
get in heaven's gates
F
E
Twelve inch plates like brimstone
F#
And don't play my jams alone
E
'cause the devils in my microphone
F
G#
E
Musical mad ness finna self destruct
Bm
The devil is my logo,
B
but it's Reel Life Product
F
E
Check mic one, two, then
send a shout to
All the brothaz down with the RLP crew
Only real niggaz rock real shit
Bm
A
But don't fucker 'cause you
E
C#
know how ill I can get
E
I put bit after bit makin hit after hit
F#m
E
And if your down with Esham then your
sayin that's the shit
Grab the microphone
and blaze it like a gan
F#m
E
'cause I'm makin more music
Verse 5
then your body can stand
E
(CHORUS)
F#m
Makin more music then your
E
F#m
body can stand
E
Fell this, Music...
F#m
Makin more music then your
E
F#m
body can stand
E
D
If...you...feel...good....I'm your
A
Bm
A
F#m
E
maaan
Verse 6
F#m
E
The radio say I'm wild
Bm
'cause I flow freestyle
F#m
So pop my tape in and fuck the
E
radio dial
F#
E
They won't play me 'cause
I be the Unholy
F#m
Now how dat sound?
E
So I had to go underground
F
G#
Now you got the ghetto devil
Bbm
On a dif ferent level
Bass and Treble
Fm
G#
Now they try in put my
records on freeze
Bbm
Bm
But they can't touch these
B
E
so nigga nigga please
F
E
A
Get back fore I get my back
pack
Esham's gunnin down the
E
C#
whole wackpack
E
You can run, but you can't hide
F#m
E
The only way out is suicide
Through the rythym, throat's
I'm slittin em
Bm
F#m
And if they ask me how I did em
E
I'ma say I let the rythym hit em
F#
E
No rapper can fuck with me
A
'cause 24- 7 days a
Bm
C#
week I be
Verse 7
F#m
(CHORUS)
Makin more music then your
E
Bm
body can stand
F#m
E
Fell this, Music...
F#m
Makin more music then your
E
F#m
body can stand
E
If...you...feel...
D
A
good....I'm your maaan
Bm
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