Bottle Rocket аккорды от
Mf Doom
Mf Doom
Mf Grimm
Mf Grimm

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Тональность: Eb major
Verse 1
D
Cm
Fm
Eb
M .I .C.
Bb
Eb
Cm
M .I .C.
D
M .I .C.
Eb
The grim reaper will reap so
D
don't sleep or make a peep
Cm
I'm deep, I got a shawty
Fm
and it pumps like a
G
Eb
As it pump, you weep,
Bb
your options creep
Eb
Gm
I'm not pumping day light soul,
D
I'm pumping little creeps
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
Cm
To their deathbed, fed,
Fm
F
Eb
instead of making bread that left dead
Bb
Ripped to shreds, twisted, hangin'
Eb
Gm
D
I rest heads to bed like
club head get wise
Gm
Cm
Realize that sometimes
D
hypnotize emcees
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
Eb
Strap kick, dick sticks, built like dick sticks
D
The two picks, I kick ass,
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
Eb
Cm
Flame brother, either father,
brother, king or mix
Fm
F
Eb
But you're dope as shit,
Bb
Eb
you dick, I stick niggas up
D
Cause I'm a lunatic,
my victims are handpicked
Eb
You wiped off like lipstick,
D
seasick or homesick
Cm
Pretend I'm glad you beat
F
that ass with a boomstick
Eb
Say one word, and yes,
Bb
your ass I'll chase
Eb
D
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
Cm
Tough like beefsteak,
Fm
but sweet like shortcake
F
Eb
Bb
A young star, my fall, that's up the bar
Eb
D
No matter who you are,
I'll be ready to spar
Gm
D
Cause the mic is a crowbar,
Cm
my rhymes are solar
D
Classy like a jaguar,
the microphone all -star
Eb
Cm
D
Grim's a diehard, chill on the boulevard
Eb
With my bodyguard, he's big like it's
D
St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
Cm
Cause you can't compare
gold to silverware
Fm
I
Eb
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
Bb
you interfering with me
Eb
D
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
Cm
Go against me nigga,
Fm
F
you don't want no dealers with me
Eb
DES TROY!
the fuck on my path,
Bb
you interfering with me
Eb
Cm
D
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
Cm
F
Eb
Relentless pain, no novocaine I drill like a dentist,
couldn't prevent this
Bb
Eb
D
Heart like cement tape, musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
Cm
On tour, I make a lot of paints
Fm
Eb
But the words you heard,
Bb
Cm
Eb
I meant this I designed this shape, I bent this track
D
Sent this whack apprentice
Eb
ass right back
D
Eb
To the drawing board, it was a joke
Cm
To the rhyme, overlord,
Fm
F
Eb
overlord, overlord soul
Bb
Eb
Catch the wave like coke,
D
let you float like a surfboard
Eb
D
Stompin' the streets, I tear up clubs
Cm
You reach for the mic and
Fm
I leave you with nub s
Eb
Bb
A frog brings sales like a bag of chips
Eb
D
When a rapper try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
Eb
D
Cm
that's when I write my baddest shit
Fm
Eb
Then I lock like a pick on the paper
Bb
Sic em, another victim for the
Eb
Cm
musical raper
D
Round ripper, style stripper, non -hipper
Cm
Gm
Sharp like a nail clipper
Cm
Eb
I'm bigger than both of the dippers
D
And very dapper,
Cm
D
I'll go deeper than flipper
Eb
Cm
But when it come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
Eb
D
Eb
D
Huh, y 'all just little whippersnappers
Eb
D
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
Cm
I'll get your jaw broke like
Fm
Grazerutter
Eb
Ah shit, I'm at it again
Bb
Eb
Cm
D
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
Eb
D
The final chapter, no more laughter
Cm
Fm
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
Eb
No nuclear warheads, cause instead
Bb
Eb
Gm
All rhymes are lost by the
D
kid who's fed
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
Cm
All the place, all the person I chase face
Fm
Eb
So walk, and don't try to
Bb
talk when I start to stalk
Eb
Cm
I don't discriminate,
D
Grim
Reaper hates
Cm
All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
Cm
er they're friend or foe
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path

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