Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typ ical American
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Verse 2
Gm
Tell me whose is whose
Eb
Tell me who is on the mi crophone
Gm
I'm Oatie of the Goaties
Eb
I propose I would like a bone
Ab
Gm
To edge off the dredge
Eb
I'm alleged to have sparked a joint
Gm
Political and blisstical
Eb
I really hope ya like my points
Gm
Eb
Aim at a target like a rifle, not a shotgun
Gm
Don't spray into the fray to
Eb
prove that I got one
Gm
Hide ya hose from Aaron Rose
Eb
'Cause he knows how to top
One's got a nose for the
prose
Gm
Eb
So don't suppose he will stop, son
Gm
I'm rollin' in this rhyme like ya
Eb
Gm
bite a tenderoni
Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's
Eb
mine and ya know me
Gm
I'ma mind, defy,
Eb
or sing like Toni Tone
Gm
Singin' for their supper like
Eb
a dog does a boni
Verse 3
Gm
George, get off my jock
'Cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit
So step back, Dan,
and throw up those fists
'Cause I'ma wriggity wreck shop
Eb
And turn this mothafucka out
Gm
Pay what is due me,
Eb
less I'm goin' up in your mouth
Gm
Yup, yup,
Eb
I got the rhymes ta kick your butt
Gm
It be the G to the O to the A to
Eb
the T, the M- A Double- D
Ab
Gm
Say "What up, hus? I got bucks
Eb
Yeah, I be on the 2 bus."
Gm
So what's up? I got 'nuff
Eb
Respect to make ya jump
Gm
Welfare receiver with
Eb
the north side attitude
Gm
I've had the shit piled up,
Eb
like in multitudes
Gm
Nappy- headed, holey- shoed,
Eb
roundin' out the roster first
Gm
Ya wanna step,
Eb
ya better check the Green Monster first
Verse 4
Ab
Gm
I don't pretend to be a nice guy
Eb
But still ya tryin'
Gm
I can go to Plan B and you can
Eb
get an eye jammy
Gm
Eb
So save the sob stories for a storybook
Ab
Gm
And look, Jack- in- the- box
can take a lickin'
Eb
Ab
But I'm never gettin' took
Gm
Eb
By Uncle Scam and his band
of political crooks
Gm
Searchin' nooks and crannies of my
Eb
granny's pocket book
Cm
Gm
"Hello, hello? Can ya hear me now,
Cm
G?"
The typical American kid,
Gm
that ain't me
Cm
Gm
Eb
Neither is Oatie or the M- A double- D
Cm
So pass the dutchie 'pon
Gm
the left hand side
Cm
Don't hide the crop,
'cause I got the E- Z Wides
Gm
I'ma survive, not suck seed
'Cause I stand as a man,
Eb
you can't hand me no bird feed
Verse 5
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Gm
Eb
Verse 6
Ab
Gm
Eb
Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy
Gm
Ya ghost when the word
Eb
Gm
hits like Patrick Swayze
Eb
Crazy, this shit about a plausible denial
Ab
Gm
North takes the raps,
Eb
and ya claps at the trial
Gm
Pie a la mode
Eb
The ghettos will explode
Gm
While ya sit pigeon- toed
Eb
At a diamond commode
Gm
Another episode of ya
Eb
walkin' the streets
Gm
Mil lion dollar stroll, five thousand
Eb
pigs on the beat
Gm
For the very first time,
Eb
imported from the hills
Gm
Ya take money from the poor
Eb
like a fiend pops pills
Gm
Like the Mills Brothers sing
Eb
a very white song
Gm
But the roots of ya soul
Eb
kinda colored belong
Verse 7
Fm
I'm paralyzin' punks with
a positive pedigree
For those who choose to love me
I'm the M- A the double D
For those who choose to hate me
I negate like their full effect
Feelin' ready and willin' to break
Daryl Gates' neck
Like, "Fee diddilly, Foe,
Fum," I gets dumb
And like the typical American black male,
Dm
I'm done
Fm
Eatin' apple pies when M- A
Double's rockin' rhymes
And you know they on my nuts, hus
Gm
They climb, they climb
Ab
Gm
The hell with Stormin' Norman,
Eb
I write rhymes, Black
Ab
Gm
They be political and
Eb
plus, they be all o' that
Gm
Philly born and bred
Eb
Wit blunts straight to the head
Ab
Gm
Callin' me conformist,
Eb
man, I warned you that shit was dead
Verse 8
Eb
Military is a mockery for all to see
Gm
Be all you can be is just another
Eb
trick that's up their sleeve
Gm
But ya better believe that you'll be
Eb
grievin' when ya ain't receivin'
Gm
What was promised,
Eb
don't be astonished' 'cause ya won't be leavin'
Cm
They reeled ya in like your skin
had fins
Now you're poundin' sand for
Gm
another man's sins
Cm
Eb
To each his own, to each his own, they say
Cm
Gm
But I'ma blow a bone,
and you can march 'til the cows come home
Cm
Gm
Your life's alone,
Eb
that means you rent your own dome
Cm
Gm
But when you come home in a box
Green drawers, green pants, green socks
Eb
Gm
Typical American, kid, I think not
Verse 9
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Ab
Gm
Eb
I'm not your typical American
Outro 1
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Fm
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