Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
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Dm
Am
How can I start ill?
Dm
Laughin' where my people
virtue part hell
Am
Nasty as the poet
Dm
Am
Nas on the track with Akh -Nel
Dm
The moon black, a rocker,
twin of R. Kel
Am
Nigga blabber talk well,
think it's a shame to see
hip -hop sell
Dm
Absolute like shots of vodka,
watch my thoughts spill
All across the art, to your heart still
Am
Lift it like I spark ales,
Dm
but I'm sober to the weed aroma
Am
Catch a dark spell, black out
When I ride into a coma, hold the profile
Dm
Sorta like Jesus when I zone out
Am
Dm
R -E -K -S, the greatest rapper
Am
no one knows bout
Dm
Most authentic lieutenant,
pushing you to the limit
Am
If I pissed you off,
good, that's exactly what I intended
Dm
The pterodactyl thrash you
in half like cashews
Am
Dm
Wreck a ramby in a book of Matthews
Am
Body slam, col lapse you
Dm
Shift a third rock off of its axle
Am
Naturally, I'm a natural
when I attack you
Dm
Blessed like Atchooz, perhaps you
Am
Might find an other deadly brother
Dm
as the Rex on the mic
Am
Dm
But that's, like, not realistic
My fault, I'm egotistic
Am
If you heard somebody spit illa shit
Sorry, I missed it
You wanna know Virtuoso?
Dm
Listen and learn,
Am
my vocal motor go to overdrive,
Dm
the pistons'll burn
Am
My mission is firm, so sick,
Dm
fuck your chick,
Am
I'm tongue kissin' a germ
I cut your clickers,
y 'all are slippery worms,
you'll drown in my rain
Dm
No blood,
Am
I was born with sound in my veins,
Dm
and a pound on my brain
Am
So I can't help but be dope,
Dm
Am
my talent is my twin as we grow
My free flow is now a kilo,
I breathe in oxygen like
Dm
the top of a ski slope
Am
To match my breath control,
Dm
you'd need a scuba tag at three throats
Am
I speak real life,
Dm
you still heisting your thoughts
Am
While I'm busy working
towards a fly wife and a yacht
Dm
And when I'm rich, then, bitch,
I buy my ice in a spot
Am
And I'll have skills and integrity,
Dm
that's twice what you got
Am
Dm
Son, I'm naturally stylish,
and when these lies,
Am
I'm talkin' violence
Look into my iris,
they walk away in silence
Dm
Because they fear the realness
Am
Dm
I kick words to make you feel shit
Am
We should hear riffs in our
family structure
Dm
That has the man in me sufferin'
Am
Spit imagery so vivid that,
your camera be shutterin'
The provoked me,
Dm
Am
Dm
evil so they
Am
Dm
dont really know
Am
The progeders provoked me,
Dm
Am
evil so they dont really know
C
Dm
Am
Dm
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Forever we keep the flow
Dm
going like the seven seas
Am
Heavenly you'd need divine
Dm
assistance to better me
Am
Dm
Everyone talking bout they hard,
hell they Beretta squeeze
Am
An d all they cheddar please,
that's negative,
y 'all need a better steeze
Dm
Records, texts, beyond it, at auctions,
alternate thoughts,
Am
the scorching in playlists
Dm
C
Vir tue, my portion,
Am
the pie in Boston, priceless
Dm
Nicer than the Jordan Waynes
Am
and Jerry Rices
Steady, precise, with the mic devices
Life is peace and violence,
Dm
balance, yin and the yang,
Am
the king and the quain
Dm
Put the needle to the record,
Am
feel the sting in your vein
We bringin' the pain
Dm
to every inch of your frame
Am
Ringin' your chain,
we gon' injure your name
Simple and plain,
drop the livin' science
Dm
Deadly alliance,
Am
handin' out assignments
Dm
Am
Skills 101 and audio appliance
Dm
Ghosts as a pin play, lyrical kente
Am
Who care what them say, R to the A,
Epitome of MSA
Dm
Gwen Wayne, steppin' the spot,
reppin' our blocks
Am
With lyrical weapons that's hot,
Dm
blazin'
Am
Lettin' off shots,
Dm
wet em' like drops of 2 -hy drogen -1 -oxygen
Am
We chase em' to the mouth of the lives,
then then we lock em' in
Dm
Not the gym, break a glass,
y 'all, so pass, y 'all
Am
We pass, wrong path,
Dm
gettin' familiar with asphalt
Am
Dm
I didn't ask y 'all for your opinion,
you asked your dominion
Am
I spit in control and steer the game
like rack and pinion
Half of you been in the game,
Dm
gettin' boxed out
Am
Sending them for Oz houses,
Dm
Earth, yo, Virch, knock that ass out
Am
I rock em in they mouth
Dm
with my granite hand,
it gets no harder
Am
We can either trade and barter,
or you can get made a martyr
Dm
Arthur with the mind of Aristotle,
getting drunk and acting
Am
drunk's my motto
Dm
Seeing tomorrow through
the forty bottles
Am
Throttle and choke your whole
Dm
squad like a engine
Am
Spitting like Pippin,
that blaze written,
inflicting torture
Dm
I scorch your frame like a butane flame
Am
Dm
Off the rail train, posse insane,
climber you lame
Am
You're sur rounded in shame,
Dm
clouds of des pair
Am
Protecting the most powerful pair,
competition, cowards, and fear
Dm
Too proud to be me and locals,
locals across the third stone
Am
Spent my first verse
Dm
around the time the sun first shone
Am
Dm
We burnt stones, virtuoso,
and wrecks, diminishers
Am
Seal it with signature,
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
I'm your gravestone, the finisher
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
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Dm
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Outro 1
Rappin' with Zyp
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