Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
F
Am
C
Em
Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta
Am
motherfuckers out here
D
Em
with a style similar to mine nowadays,
you know what I mean?
(For reals) Be tryin' to
Am
like...they infiltrated the camp,
D
Em
and now they,
they want to take the style and claim it for they
Am
owns, ya know? (That's how you
Em
feel?) But I'mma blow'em up,
'cause it's just like, whatever,
you know what I'm sayin'? (Whatever)
Am
It's too strategical and
Verse 2
Em
mathematical
I rotate so fast that I appear invisible
Am
I keep it chemical,
C
Em
but never subliminal
The force centrifugal and spiritual
Am
You got static? Get grounded,
F
Em
'cause I've mastered electrical
Mostly mental,
but don't sleep on the physical
Am
C
Em
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even
said I was a son to him
Still my LP is fatter than
Am
Dm
his or yours, took a two- year pause
Em
Now that I'm back on the set my
foes drop like hoe's drawers
Am
in a brothel,
F
Em
only dealin' with what's logical
Applied science left
MC's penetrable
Am
The leader's stroke is apocalyptic
D
Em
Hostile like Arabics in Israel
with automatics
Am
And if you want it,
C
the Monks can make it hectic
Em
Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost
and Santa Claus
Am
C
Whatever you want to do,
Em
make it clever
Am
C
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Em
"And to all y'all
Verse 3
Em
crews...whatever"
Am
Bound to blow up, but nev
Verse 4
Dm
Em
er disintegratin'
The ultimate MC equation
Am
D
Ferromagnetic, ask my pops,
Em
it's ge netic
That's why I'm a
weedhead and not an alcoholic
Am
D
Em
Call it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that it's
some form of arithmetic
Am
Hieroglyphic,
D
Em
'cause you can picture this shit
The state of hip- hop today
is like hookers in politics
Am
Got MCin' locked down
D
like a convict
Em
Blowin' up opposition as I
maneuver through it
Am
And to make sure it's
D
Em
overstood, I stick around
Popular like crime in ghetto
neighbourhoods
Am
Em
Rock my crown like Shaka did,
hold it down
Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson,
kids, check it out
Am
C
D
So whatever you want to do,
Em
make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Am
"I gotta do my
Verse 5
D
thing...I rep
Em
Am
resent"
Em
Am
"And to all y'all crews,
Em
C
whatever"
F
Dm
Em
Verse 6
Am
Fire, flames,
D
Em
heat up the competition
Spontaneous combustion,
C
like the Pope's re ligion
D
Em
your style of emceein' is Paganism
Your rhymes make no sense,
just like a Roman Christian
Am
But your niggas soup
D
Em
you up like Lipton
The Gwong Jan Lin of underground
emceein' strikes again
Am
F
The snake bites again,
D
Em
but I'm im mune to the poisonous
venom, ask the devil,
Am
he knows I'm dangerous
D
Em
Freak on the mic, but not sexual
Call me unalike 'cause my
rhymes are never homo
Am
Make you sad,
C
D
Em
like when Cher left Sonny Bono
Fire burn Giuliani, Pataki and
Am
Cuomo
D
Whatever you want to do,
Em
make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Am
"I gotta do my
Verse 7
thing...I rep
Em
resent"
"And to all y'all crews, whatever"
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