Tonalité : E minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
We're
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Grandmaster
Em
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Flash!
Em
Dm
We're giving you a blast of class!
D
Em
Ha!
Dm
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Em
And if you want to know why we're on top of the pile,
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ha, ha, ha, cause we got style.
Yves
Em
Saint
Laurent,
Pierre
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Em
Cardin, the
Chantlers,
Cogs, and the
D
Em
Carringtons.
Style's not
Gucci or
D
Louis
Em
Vuitton, import it straight from the
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Bronx, and my name's
Vaughn.
Em
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Creole with a few words that light the voice,
Em
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and arsenal of rhymes is my particular choice.
Em
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Got style and finesse, and I'm sure you'll agree,
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nobody ever, never, ever rhymes quite
Em
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like me.
Em
We're
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Grandmaster
Em
Flash
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Em
We're givin' you a
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Em
blast of class
Dm
Em
And if you wanna know why
we're on top of the pile
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Em
Cause we got style
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Em
I don't play, call me the mystical,
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the magical, but sure, ok
Em
The young man supreme, I got
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Sawa fan
Em
And you can come into my
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world if you dare
Em
Raheem, the lady dream,
is my claim to fame
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Strictly emphasizing I possess true game
Em
Got stallions all around me,
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like drapes on a wall
Em
Responding to my slightest whim when I'm
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Em
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picking a call
We're
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Grandmaster
Flash
Em
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Em
Dm
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We're givin' you a blast of class
Em
Dm
Em
Dm
Em
And if you
wanna know
why we're on top of the pile
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Ha ha ha, cause we got style,
Em
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Em
diggity
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Em
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Em
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Em
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Em
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Em
We're
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Grandmaster
Flash
Em
D
Em
Dm
We're givin' you a blast,
D
Em
so class, huh!
Dm
Em
And if you wanna know why
we're on top of the pile
Ha, ha, ha, cause we got style
D
Em
Nick, he's lovin' love,
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and if you have any doubt
Em
Come try your luck,
D
and it'll take you right out
Em
He's makin' the moves others
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never thought of
Em
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Runnin' up the floors in
all the nightclubs
Before
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Instagram has to flash,
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everybody knows
Em
He's a trail of destruction
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wherever he goes
Em
Got a style like a young
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jock's never seen
Em
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Don't deny, and it's full of dippin' boys and friends,
so turn it green
Em
Ding, dong, sound off
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Ding, sound off
Em
D
Em
Ding, sound off
We're
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Grandmaster
Em
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Flash!
Em
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We're giving you a blast, subclass!
Em
Dm
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Em
And if you wanna know why
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Em
we're on top of the pile,
Cause we got style
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Em
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And you're a poor excuse of a
MC
Em
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Frontin' on a stage tryin' to be like me
Em
You said you had style,
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you thought you had grace
Em
But you wouldn't know class
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if it hit you in the face
Em
Sayin' raggedy rhymes
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out your big mouth
Em
Talkin' real loud but noth
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in's comin' out
Em
Sayin' how I get you
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all all the time
Em
Knowin' all the rhymes that you're
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sayin' are mine
Em
Your pathetic look and
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your clown sound
Em
It's like you got the style
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from the lost and found
Em
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Our unique looks shows we got taste
Em
You can't help but stare when
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we walk in the plate
Em
Make no mistake,
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we possess what it takes
Em
To tear the roof off the place
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and make the crowd praise
Em
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So just relax, cause it's a shootout fact
Em
The reason we got style is
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cause we got it like that
C'mon!
Thank you.
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