Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
It's what you call
Em
Gm
Hardcore, Fat Gospel,
Em
C#m
G
Gm
Street Gospel
South, South, Bronx
G
Yo where my people at? South, Bronx
Dm
G
Yo where my heart is at? South,
Bronx
Em
C'mon let's bring it back
South, Bronx
Raw rhymes for raw times
My albums are underground
Gm
Em
D#
But this blessing is all mine
Em
And when it's tour time,
we open more minds
You need to rethink
G
Em
who you think is the greatest of all time
G
Em
I got this, I'm raw like Freddy Foxx is,
G
C
hardcore like the Loxx is,
G
C
Em
Scott LaRock is where Tupac is,
where hip -hop is,
B
Em
digitally underground like Shock is
Oh yes, I know where the top is,
but I'd rather rhyme about
how crooked some of these cops is,
my synopsis ain't pretty,
C
Em
I'd stay off them planes and out the city
G
C
If I were you, do what you gotta do,
D#
but while you wave them flags,
Em
remember I'm a dude Diallo,
G
Em
here's what we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip -hop in you if you're hollow
Those that already filmed,
G
still take swallows
Em
G
Goin' over potholes with Tahoe's
C
D#
You don't think I know?
C
G
I'm lookin' at you right now
Em
D#
G
You ain't dancin' in a club
C
Bb
Em
You in your car, sittin' down
C
Em
You in the crib, on the low
C
Em
You got them headsets on the go
You just saw me at the show
Oh, you don't know?
It's the temple of hip -hop
Comin' with a whole different flow
Yo, where them hoes at? I don't know
C
But wherever God at, I'ma go
Em
I give him a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call
back for the show
G
Em
B
Em
With no video, we get up and go
C
Yo, where it started at?
Em
C
South, South, Rock!
Yo, where my people at?
D#
South, South, Rock!
C
Em
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Rock!
C
Come on, let's bring it back
Bb
South, Rock!
C
Em
C
Yo, where it started at? South, Rock!
Em
Yo, where my people at? South, Rock!
C
Em
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Rock!
C
Come on, let's bring it back
Bb
Em
South, South Bronx
C
Em
Peep it out while I tell ya like this
In every single hood in the world,
I'm called Chris
D#
It's the truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
C
My Chris style passes
Bb
Em
more bars than lawyers
C
Em
The underground sound,
D#
Em
this is not easily found
G
Em
You don't need no rings to be down
G
Em
This is past the platinum and gold
We already had em, it's all
G
Bb
Em
Here's the truth if it be told
C
Gather round Philosopher style,
Em
it's known to be wild
G
C
If you only holdin' them guns,
who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin',
Em
you know that you shrinkin'
C
When the art of navigation
has been reduced to a linkin'
Change the dial,
Em
I was free then and I'm free now
C
Em
You free, runnin' the MTV,
C
I don't see how
D#
You know the real from the fake,
C
you know they steal and they cake
B
You know it ain't about the art,
C
it's all about what they make
D#
You know the radio's late,
G
you know they play what you hate
C
That's why you got that K -Slay
tape tryin' to skate
You know the love of the
D#
cars and the rims
C
Tattooed arms and Timbs
B
C
are also called sins
G
C
D#
You know you got the paper that spins
Em
G
You know the rap magazines
be wiped
Em
from beginning to the end
C
G
Em
C
Bb
Boom!
C
Yo,
G
where it started at?
D#
South, South, Bronx
C
Yo, where my people at?
South, South, Bronx
G
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
Bb
South, Bronx
C
Yo, where it started at? South, Bronx
Yo, where my people at? South, Bronx
D#
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Bronx
G
C
Bb
Come on, let's bring it back
C
G
I never was a king and
I'm not the prez
C
I'm a teacher like that reefer
G
going straight to your head
F
I'm a preacher trying to bring my
G
people back from the dead
I'm a leader trying to keep
Bb
you all away from the feds
F
You my sister,
C
D#
I'll be trying to get you out of the bed
C
I'm a philosopher saying
Em
D#
what has got to be said
C
G
I don't fill you with lead,
Em
I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this trend,
B
I'll take you from A to Z
Who am I?
Just a scholar called KRS
You can spend your money on others
but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money
on drugs and still
Look around for conscious rappers,
yo, there ain't none left
I'm holdin' it down, better yet,
I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for some young bop
to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu,
puttin' new knowledge in you
Bb
I got a question and a lesson,
cause I know what you been through
But, where it started at?
South, South, Bronx
Yo, where my people at?
South, South, Bronx
Yo, where my heart is at?
South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
Bb
South, Bronx
Yo, where it started at?
South, Bronx
Yo, where my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo, where my heart is at?
South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
South, South Bronx, boy
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