Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
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Em
Today I am prepared
to bring specific charges
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Em
against certain members
working in an industry
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Em
that reaches into every household in the
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Em
country.
Em
D
Hoods is up, so skills is up
Em
Bits to stick up,
so why'd you interrupt?
Sold such much material,
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Dm
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Em
so I'm rebroke I'm eating cer eal with spoon, sipping sepia
Daddy
O slipped me some cause
D
my breath stank
Em
Went gold but no one counts in
Swiss banks
D
Think tax once rolled on the city streets
Em
I used to make a betweens
the sheets
D
Universes pluses plus prospectus
Em
True flam flam it wasn't wax discus
So they dismissed this as vulgarity
Em
And once laughed upon
it at the university
D
Some perk without skills and plus your pen
I send surreal scenes
Em
where you've never been
Looked out, gave you three strikes,
D
you're struck out
Em
Pop that old man, knock your fronts out
Blew your blunts out, your wheels stuck up,
you're uh
Guess you're up, then slap you with my staff
I seen your skins like to go to the motels
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Em
But your a** won't
know to the hotel
Forced to lift and zip, I paint pictures
D
Em
A portrait of self, far from tip sters
My discussion of percussion
ain't ignorance
D
So don't label the hood
Em
s on appearances
You never thought that a
gangster could talk sense
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Em
But this artifice flipped,
your beans is spent
Took your paints out your
pocket as you stood up
Focused the portrait of the artist
as a hood's up
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Third base, third base,
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third base,
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third
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base, third
base
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Portrait painted back in the day,
D
this is young
Strays
Em
Posted at the
LQ on
Fridays, waiting for
D
Dice to give a go ahead
Hawking 50 cent,
Em
putting heads to bed for a herringbone
Dm
Hear the tone of the audio too,
Em
Milk was chillin' as I chilled
in the back room
Listenin' to snaps pushed by
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Snoop and
Scrapp,
Union
Em
Square to tear up the
KRS tracks
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Em
Torn up by the camp, the clock dark,
as the brothers tried to spark
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We knocked boots and the boots got knocked,
Em
3am and it was off to the rooftop
Hit pop,
Starsky, the masters of ceremony,
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Em
Cracked out, was hooked to property
5am, it was the
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F &F, 145th street, down on
Lennox
Em
Starchild made all the hoes squeal
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Em
For a dollar, crack heads or
maraud your wills
D
Whippin' home in the sunshine, fun time
Em
But now you can't find
Clubs like this that kept the
music in the street
And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat
Yo, they makin' mills,
but what about the hood?
A parking lot where the
Latin
Quarter stood
A landmark marked in the cranium
But now I bring it back in front of
packed stadiums
Picture painted with the
goals and the good
The portrait of an artist as a hood
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Third base, third base,
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third base
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Third base, third
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Third base, third base,
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third base
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Em
In side the street I got you
D
thinking for a trickster
Em
Search got a list of yours to
get the gist of this
D
melancholy move on mayhem,
Em
manifesting moves over matters at hand.
D
Try your best but you can't understand,
you're like
Art
Em
Garfunkel in each span.
I drive a
Yak with a
Scorch and drive an
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Exel, I'm taking terms and I'm
Em
twisting like a pretzel.
D
Non -fiction, three levels addiction,
Em
spits the hood in the face of the friction.
D
Lift the gate and let us split you like wood,
Em
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the portrait of the artist says the hood.
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