Microphone Preem accords par
Prhyme
Prhyme

N/A
Tonalité : Gb major
Intro 1
C#
C#
D#
D#
C#
C#
B
B
C#m
C#m
B
B
E
E
G#m
G#m
E
E
G#m
G#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
E
E
Verse 1
E
E
This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine
Verse 2
D#
D#
I'm handlin' you frauds
C#
C#
These wounded ass niggas,
I rap circles around 'em
C#m
C#m
B
B
E
E
B
B
I'm bandages an d gauze
E
E
Crooked trap 'round clowns,
this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a menage
C#m
C#m
E
E
Fuckin' with the rap game,
F#m
F#m
E
E
and the trap game
F#m
F#m
I'm managin' my odds
E
E
Man these rappers out here reachin',
your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off,
hand 'em to the gods
C#m
C#m
D#
D#
Slaughterhouse,
we the military in this bitch
C#
C#
Fuck every Tom,
Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
B
B
E
E
Fuck your apology,
I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
G#m
G#m
You call it light work,
nigga this is my life's work
E
E
F#m
F#m
I turn around and beat up a beat
like I'm writin' Ike's verse
E
E
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't
think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could ever
C#
C#
D#
D#
do a mic worse
C#
C#
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
B
B
E
E
If you are what you eat,
how come I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, this is part two though
Verse 3
E
E
This the difference between
G#m
G#m
y'all niggas and real rap
E
E
F#m
F#m
E
E
The competition fell back, niggas ask
F#m
F#m
E
E
How much did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my
head about a gallon
Kinda like Pharrell's hat
C#
C#
D#
D#
But all jokes aside like
I ordered fries
C#
C#
I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet,
I'm organized
B
B
E
E
Before police was interrogatin',
I was livin' the story of my life
And Morgan Freeman was narratin'
G#m
G#m
(Say it again) I'm
5'9", not an inch taller
E
E
'Fore all of the jewelry,
F#m
F#m
I've been baller
E
E
Before niggas was hypebeasts, my
niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they
C#
C#
take it to sight see
D#
D#
Same shit, another nigga gotta die today
C#
C#
My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever
goin' out on dates
B
B
E
E
(Why) we ain't
B
B
vacayin' out of state
E
E
B
B
Whinin' all the time,
E
E
all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan holiday
G#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
E
E
Rappers will, be actin' ill
C#m
C#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
Knowing they daffodils
I take the word "lyrical" and
E
E
flip it backwards
And that says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel
D#
D#
Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal
I'm tryna murder the
C#
C#
microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
B
B
E
E
I'll give up drinkin' when she
give her emotions up
(That was part uno,
this is part two though)
Verse 4
G#m
G#m
Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah
C#m
C#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
I body the beat and watch it skip,
E
E
F#m
F#m
call it m- murda
E
E
The nerve of anyone who
ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet simultaneous
for the sake of the sermon
C#
C#
D#
D#
(House Gang what up!)
Other groups basic mergers
C#
C#
We extort 'em from a distance,
takin' it further
B
B
Drama could be all yours,
why you want a war for?
E
E
You can't go at uno,
mothafucka, that's a draw 4
G#m
G#m
E
E
We started out as just
a feature on a Joe joint
F#m
F#m
Fuck around now,
you on the bleachers soon as Joe point
E
E
Brothers for real, I can honestly say
If you come at me,
they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
D#
D#
Meet fire, street fighters when
this pen's writin'
C#
C#
Shady, you go through us to get to Em,
B
B
Bison
E
E
(Come on, crook, you wildin' again)
Nah Joe, these niggas stupid,
G#m
G#m
boy we do this shit
E
E
F#m
F#m
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
E
E
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never
leave lilies
(That was part uno,
this is part two though)
C#
C#
These niggas
Verse 5
D#
D#
might play cray, try slay me
C#
C#
Off my mic vacay, call it right,
it's mayday
B
B
Right footed melee,
F#m
F#m
strapped a light AK
E
E
Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
Do it for Em, my squad do it for bundles
E
E
F#m
F#m
Could've been copped the Phantom,
bought the Benz bein' humble
E
E
Still, the nickel plate is known
to get 'em situated
It's return fire,
C#
C#
even when Joey initiate it
D#
D#
How I feel about these rap
niggas? Fuck 'em all
C#
C#
Drake rhyme about these bitches,
I just fuck 'em all
B
B
A hundred guns,
E
E
jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic,
you can't duck 'em all
Cause when it's gats involved,
bodies'll fall
F#m
F#m
From the sky, could really be
rainin' cats and dogs
F#m
F#m
E
E
It's Joey, nicer than any
rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade,
E
E
D#
D#
nigga try to follow suit
D#
D#
I'm tryna murder the micro phone
C#
C#
Bring it back to life,
I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs,
not enough barkin' yet
(That was part uno,
Outro 1
this is part two though)
F#m
F#m
F#m
F#m
E
E

As-tu aimé la chanson ?

Tu dois te pour laisser une évaluation.
AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsC# D# B C#m E...