Тональность: Ab major
Verse 1
G
It's about that time, you know me,
I'm about that rhyme
Cannabis and terminology,
two of hip -hop's top chiefs,
Cm
Cannabis, lyrically fit, terminology's bent
A million bars, verse 16 start like this
A rack of bars laid stacked on the floor
above the doors of the Bombay
I could drop bombs all day,
G
any city, all states
Any place, any muscles, they all ate
Eb
My metaphors break jaws out of place
G
30 shots, change cultures, lock, reload
What up, he -ho?
Eb
I throw bullets the size of burritos
G
Prototypes, peoples,
built by Lockheed on the East Coast
Eb
Drag you by the feet with 30 feet of rope
G
Gotta pay dues, dude,
Eb
One million views at that
moment you lose
G
Against the freckle -faced elephant man
With cold, clammy, gelatin hands
Research and develop the plan
Eb
G
Cause now everybody hollerin'
Hip -hop ain't bringin' the dollars in
Eb
Radio ain't got no more tolerance
Y 'all niggas can't fuck with Jermaine
You can't verify the shit that he claim
Eb
G
Just a man in the Matrix
Eb
F
I stand by my statements
Eb
Every time I run a program
They erase it
You hear the army snare drum roll
The beat tolls
Eb
Cause you know I got soul
Strap a microphone round my chest
Like a saxophone
Eb
Fully automated battle
Cm
Can't miss a terminology
White hot speech
Black bop beats
You listening to hip -hop's
cheats
Terminology, what's the prophecy?
Show em how you got the
right to rock with me
Boy, you better fry that beat
G
You'll be the last of a downed breed
The ones who kept your heart racing
like a pound of speed
Eb
G
The ones who bodied anybody
that was on the scene
The ones who never sold
out like Condoleezza
Eb
G
On their young peeps
The big night packing, windpipe slashing
Big pipe blasting,
keep mine stashing my designer jeans
Eb
F
The truth is this, for you stupid pricks
Eb
Never underestimate my ruthlessness
A celebrated crucifix
G
Every rhyme you write,
it's like you moving bricks
I sold way too,
Eb
but I ain't on that stupid shit
G
I write intelligent, relevant,
elegant, heresy, rhetoric
These rap dudes ain't
G
Should I let them live?
Nah, fuck that, you'll bust
I've been looking for someone
Eb
that I can bust that
F
Ain't another rapper alive
Eb
that can touch that
After I crush that
G
Fuck all the simple shit,
I got this shit locked like Middleton
Eb
Plus I keep swinging like Wimbledon
G
You fake motherfuckers is weak and ignorant
I speak deliberately at you
Eb
Cm
for the ruger clap you
Let the bullets catch you,
why would I shake your hand?
We got beef like Red Sox
and Yankee fans
Before I shake your man
and cut back his face
I levitate my soul up to the pearly gates
G
Ask God if I'm really getting
in for a kill again
Should I just pray for my sins?
No convertible, no face in the wind
Just a basement, some gin
Eb
and some goons that'll murder you
G
You wanna act macho, I got a Glock so big
It'll blow your fucking
Eb
wig out your tie hole
G
Eb
F
You lost souls, only worry bout a canto
Eb
You'll get your fuckin' face
split like a rock show
G
It's non -stop, yo, the turmoil I'm in
I love to see the slugs boil your skin
Eb
G
This ain't no boys to men,
none of that soft shit
Even stronghold cats know
Eb
I got a poison pen
G
They say your boy's a gem,
I'm a diamond in the rough
Goopy bitches,
Eb
they be climbin' in the trunk
G
Your weak scriptures
Eb
F
sound a little rough
Eb
Treat rappers like Hitler,
how I line them up
G
After that, you can find them in the trunk
Ten pussycats bleedin'
Eb
G
like that time of the month
Metaphorically,
ain't nobody as raw as me
But more importantly,
Eb
I will just destroy your beef
G
No snappin', no poppin', no dancin'
Just some Hannibal Leck
Eb
and Charles Manson
G
Eb
The question cannot bust,
F
well here's the answer
rapper you know with no handgun
but I got a devilish grin
Original man with devilish skin
Eb
G
I put the blade to your face,
put a clef in your chin
You feel you dustin' the wind
and steppin' the ring
But, you know you got a better chance
seeing
Cannabis and Wyclef connecting again
I cut the net off the rim
Eb
F
and hold the trophy up
Eb
You wanna battle both of us,
G
man, you must be smokin' dust
G
Cannot bust, turn it out
Cm
Murder Moss on the track
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