Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Emmett Till had an open casket
E
Am
E
Jet Magazine showed Till's corpse
Beaten, mutilated, shot through the head
His mama chose to show the world
Am
what had happened
Dm
E
Can't deny the atrocities
G#dim
Am
I know my ancestors
paid the cost for me
Dm
Am
That's why everything I say
and is has to be
Dm
E
Am
The truth to fulfill all the prophecies
Dm
Cross the finish line,
E
I hit my knees and give thanks
G#dim
Am
Dm
E
For those who paved the path to roy alty 40 plus I'm still fresh,
that's the first time
G#dim
Dm
E
You pressed play on the tape
Am
and heard Mer ce rhyme
Bm
Battle rappin' and backpackin'
E
was all I knew
G#dim
That boom bap,
Am
so that track rappin' will never do
Dm
E
The tape was blue, my hood was lit
G#dim
Am
Cloak would tell the gang,
bangin' like some Crips
Bm
E
Affiliated and tolerated, no disrespect
G#dim
Am
And anybody that violated
Dm
was gettin' checked
E
Tell me how it sound, tell me how it feel
G#dim
Am
To know that they was fak in',
know that you was real,
E
G#dim
and all my real ones feel this,
Am
Dm
and all my real ones feel this,
E
Am
tell me how it sounds, tell me how it feels,
Dm
Am
to know that they was faking,
that you was real,
E
G#dim
and all my real ones feel this,
Am
Dm
and all my real ones feel this,
E
Am
I only rap about what I know about,
Dm
you pay some real niggas,
E
Am
and start showing out,
Dm
E
like gangsta kids said, lets
G#dim
You ain't really bangin'
Am
if you wasn't bangin'
in your little league
Dm
I was sayin' cuz,
E
Am
playin' Pop Warner
Dm
with future killers and millionaires,
E
Am
playin' Transformers
Dm
E
Now I watch the homies' kids
playin' Snoopy League
G#dim
Dm
Am
Rival gangbangers coachin'
where they used to beef
Dm
I know that peace is real,
E
I know that God is love
G#dim
I know that we could
Am
change the world
if we give it up
There's power in the hood,
E
power live on every block
G#dim
Am
The revolution can't start
till the killin' stop
Dm
E
Street rules, that G code, that real shit
G#dim
Dm
Am
For real thugs, real bloods,
and real crips
E
Street rules, G code, that real shit
G#dim
Am
For real thugs, real bloods,
and real crips
Tell me how it sounds, tell me how it feels
To know that they was faking,
C
know that you was real
Am
And all my real ones feel this
And all my real ones feel this
E
Tell me how it sound, tell me how it feel
To know that they was fake
Dm
and know that he was real
C
Dm
And all my real ones feel this
Am
And all my real ones feel this
Dm
E
And all my real ones feel this
C
E
And all my real ones feel this
You press play on the tape
Am
and heard Mer ce rhyme
E
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