Tonalité : G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
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G#m
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G#m
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G#m
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G#m
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G#m
I want
Verse 1
F#
G#m
Am
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to play the drum in such a crazy way
Am
G#m
Am
Am
That everyone around will
say you ought to hear him play
G#m
F#
G#m
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Y 'all slippin', at your notebooks leakin' I'm grip reapin' long days,
G#m
no weekends
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G#m
Vacation, please, you ain't peepin'
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G#m
We rulin' the scene right now,
can't leave it
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Ain't a
G#m
MC in the bay that could see this
B -list, you couldn't crawl
through the sneakers
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G#m
Fistin' tough tits, cuffs in black,
Jesus
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G#m
My pens alive, all my rhymes alive, creatures
If speakers had teeth,
G#
they'd rip you to pieces
G#m
G#
Ferocious beast of speech,
priest of reason
G#m
Hip -Hop nation, this shit's treason
My pen screams,
this ain't ink trick, I'm bleedin'
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Whatever it is y 'all got,
G#m
we don't need it
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Kick rocks, you see I'm busy,
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I ain't beat it
G#m
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G#m
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These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook dreamin' I wrote
G#
this while leanin' on a brown skin queen from
Sweden
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G#m
Mouth for me like she teethin',
the point is
Alpha
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G#m
Zeta's here, y 'all leavin'
Sounds conceited,
but it's true as concrete as man
This shit is ass like the classic
Statue of
Venus
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G#m
want to play the drum in
F#
such a crazy way
Am
F#
Am
That everyone around will say
F#
C#
you ought to hear him play
G#m
This is vision,
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Am
G#m
I proceed with the mission
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And stretch like gui tar strings
G#m
that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of blends,
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G#m
classic selection of diction
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G#m
Surgically written precision
F#
Am
Sick with the tip of the tongue,
teeth and lips make you quit
F#
G#m
Or just lie to your self,
then you'll click
Am
F#
Looking stiff to the playback
G#m
like yeah that's the shit
F#
But it ain't, I'm just saying,
G#m
it's 2006
F#
And you still soundin' like
you ridin'
Am
G#m
Blackthorne's dick
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G#m
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Counterfeit styles on some half -off shit
G#m
F#
G#m
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Same cats wanna give me dap, talk shit
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Walk around the bar like they
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bought false tits
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Aw shit, you could light a
Am
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Molotov for a fist
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A -Rabs and
Am
Robbers, I chop off wrists
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Hip -hop for nights, better gwonk off
Chris
G#m
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Since I see you on stage,
Am
I'ma run and call
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Blitz
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I want to play the drum
G#m
Am
in such a crazy way
F#
Am
Everyone around
Am
will say you're wack
Hear him play, I'll play
G#m
Am
G#m
F#
G#
F#
An d play, and play, and play
G#m
F#
Am
Some more, as no one ever
Am
G#m
played the drum
Before
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G#m
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G#m
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Yo,
at times I catch a vibe and my rhymes so sick
G#m
Feelin' like I could rip
Nas like
Chubb
Rock did
On to the grill again,
feel it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' em, cause they only
push pens to minimum please
I give em what they never seen,
G#m
my style has wings
More than syllables,
a z make you feel the results
Super hand,
my mind's a whole ten years
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Each fresher than the last one is
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You can't catch up
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G#m
S .U. out of magical wisdom
Mountain of coke
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G#m
Help from every rapper
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that lived in the biz
Cheers
Ask your friends who's the illest
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On the mic, niggas screamin'
It's my ill tragic killers
Am
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I want to play the drums
Am
F#
Am
In such a crazy way
Am
That everyone around will say
You ought to hear him play
F#
F#
Move, move, move
F#
Move, move, loose me my,
get off me my, come on.
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AccordsG#m F# Am G# C#
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