Тональность: C minor
Intro 1
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Verse 2
stop fighting that feeling
Dm
Let me entertain you
And interphase you, with the new sound
Sound is the side and
the Phar is the cyde
And no matter who you are,
you know you can't hide
Not from the eyes of the sun
or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are
(Da- na- na- na)
Come in, and commence to the
sound of my drumming
Verse 3
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
Dm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
stop fighting that feeling
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that
Am
Dm
bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
stop fighting that feeling
Dm
Time to go all
Verse 4
the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare
or play with it
Cause we're committed to
the seeds of the new breeds
The mothership of dreams where fiends
breast feed
Step through reality into reality
So surreal you'll feel you
Am
Dm
never knew reality
Am
Dm
Until it stood still now
your far from a lie
Am
When the truth tantalizes your
Dm
eyes, see we already in the skies
Or outer space,
standing here on the face of this earth
Am
To the state to the grid of my turf
Dm
Where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves
Am
Be it small to others, but yo,
it's bigger than love
Dm
They did a cross examination
of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our
relations through translations
That's not the ticket
Breaking codes in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get down to the specifics
Verse 5
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
Dm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
Dm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
Dm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop
Am
Dm
fighting that feeling
Verse 6
Dm
Yo, when money talks fools
are always checkin'
Depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced,
blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hindrance
for them to rise
When they going to recognize,
Am
time waits for no man
A
Dm
When you going to stand and
Get up off of that bullshit,
Am
Dm
and stop fighting that feeling?
Verse 7
Dm
Now let me change the topic just a bit
Am
Talk about the ips with the fat
Dm
ass and tits
Comin' to the club,
looking for a star
Am
Ain't got ten dollars for a drink
Dm
at the bar
Scoping around,
looking for the best dressed
Am
Dm
Smelling for the indo passing
Am
up the stress
Dm
C#m
Sniff sniff, yo, what does the ip smell?
Dm
Am
A brother like Suave with a
Dm
pocket that swell
Action was thrown, the ip was blown
Next thing you know,
I had her at my home!
C#m
Dm
All alone, object to get paid
A
Only thing that happened
Dm
was a ass got laid!
Now no ends and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue,
but believe I'm well hung
So lesson well learned for all
you club hopping hoes
Am
It ain't about the stardom and it
Dm
ain't about the dough, so
Verse 8
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Am
Dm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
C#m
Dm
C#m
Dm
stop fighting that feeling
C#m
Dm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
C#m
C#m
stop fighting that feeling
Dm
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