Tonalité : D major
Verse 1
D
Am
D
Yo, yeah, what up though?
Am
It's Mer ce, motherfuckers, it's Merce
D
With the Gigantics, ayy
Am
G
D
Check this out, Merce and Gigantics, we
Am
D
We ar rived on a day
when the sun shined in the northwest
And that's rare
So shut up and listen, stupid
Am
D
Merce, the greatest thing to ever
jump out your speaker
Am
D
Intelligent birds go dumb on the weaker
Seek that heat when I freak
from the sheets
Am
Destroy your whole fleet,
never turn the other cheek
D
Certified nerd and an internet geek
When it comes to the shoes
that go on my feet
Fresh out the box and
Em
Am
you can't compete
D
Pull at least three freaks when
I'm at my peak
But that's,
that's none of your business
Back to the mic and it's lyrical fitness
G
D
Body of work, stand strong like a gymnast
Ten years deep and you just an apprentice
So, fuck off me, get me some coffee
Run down the hall, bitch,
make me some coffees
Am
Dittos, memos, no problemo
D
Rollin' down the window
and I'm tossin' out your demo
What's up, the O .A .M. Big Pops,
this is Ganz, with you!
Am
D
Nah! What's up, now we do the body,
Am
go tell your crew!
D
Dm
Nah! What's up, the O .A .M. Big Pops,
D
this is Ganz, with you!
Am
D
Nah! What's up, now we do the body,
go tell your crew!
Nah! Vitamin D,
G
D
the best thing to jump out your speaker
If you smokin' on that dirt,
Dm
then stomp out your reefer
D
G
I got fire, Gigantix got the funk
D
That'll reach your brain,
Am
release an endorphin
D
You pump when I speak the fat verse
Worst plump like Khadija, unliving single
Show up to your crib and sprinkle
Em
You a street -driven lingo
Am
Girls get by the speaker
so your earrings jingle
D
While the kick drum kick
It's gon' get you steppin' like
G
a motherfucker with no whip
D
It's far from the video rap
Am
D
But all they do is dangle money
in your face like a hypnotist
It's pretty much gon'
G
put you to sleep
D
With an intimate rapper, budgeted bitch,
you need a break
Holla like the man on the track
Servin' all of the Pacific Atlantic
G
D
Am
and back in a bone
D
Am
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing,
D
Am
can't wait, can't wait no more,
D
let me do my thing
Yeah, yo, Mr. Lip,
the best to ever jump up off your speaker
The grim reaper, you think you're slick,
but I peeped ya
G
D
Take a toke, fall deep into the smoke,
G
then hope I may let you get away
D
But nope, not a possibility,
at least not willingly
Not afraid, motherfucker,
I'm about to launch a killing spree
Heads will roll, transcend,
Am
I'll dare your soul
D
Am
What the people think here,
D
take another poll
Those in favor say aye, aye
It only takes one, son, pure malfunction
What I've just done is chemically altered
Your current state of being,
so your spirit'll falter
I'm a monster, a beastly being
Dm
What you're is too far
D
beyond description
Am
You got the track ripped by three hitmen
Now dance, motherfucker,
over leaving your limp in
You should know by now
how my team be holding down
Trying to get up on my level
Get you leveled in a hole in the ground
But I don't really think y 'all
catching the feeling the fact
We'd rather be on top
and stacking our millions
So we keep giving y 'all
that drug y 'all need crack music
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