Тональность: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Bars are sick,
I spit flem in the form of gems
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Listen how I kiss it,
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watch the storm begin
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Harsh winds and never coming,
down pouring
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Cats be faking jacks,
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don't know what they're down for
Verse 2
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The seven and a half combine
over the front line
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The ten percenters, promoting
Em
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slander with the airtime
Bear in mind jewels be
the tools of the trade
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Sharp veins,
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Em
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heavenly praise and dues are paid
Verse 3
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They placed him on pedestals,
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named him the hottest
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A dawn with riches,
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wo men and gold objects
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They spoke confederate
and not to the people
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Trying to numb off thought
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like shots from a needle
Verse 4
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I peep these cocksuckas, their ways
and actions
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The center of attention,
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the main attraction
If they were authentic,
you think the fame would trap 'em
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Now cypher,
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they all up in the game just act ing
Verse 5
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The worst thing for them
is when one does emerge
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Who exposes that fake shit
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and rattles their nerves
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A lot of niggaz switch sides
'cause it's convenient
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They fronting like they down for the
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hood but they don't mean it
Verse 6
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I seen it, suckas with their hidden
agendas
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Turning their backs to the streets while
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they're living in splendor
And this right here is no small topic
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Trickery is in the air,
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so beware of the false prophets
Verse 7
Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems
Fm
Listen how I kiss it,
Em
watch the storm begin
Bm
Harsh winds, and never coming,
down pouring
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Fm
Cats be faking jacks,
Em
don't know what they're down for
Verse 8
Bm
The seven and a half combine,
over the front line
Fm
The ten percenters, promot
Em
Bm
ing slander with the airtime
Bear in mind jewels be
the tools of the trade
F
Sharp veins,
Em
F#
heavenly praise and dues are paid
Verse 9
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As they laugh and smile,
and sip on their drinks
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They disgust me,
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they can get spit on an ink
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I sit and I think how de
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termined they make me
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Demonic rap clowns from the
Verse 10
PJ's, they hate me
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Greedy as hell,
always showing fake love
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Scared of the real ones, even worse,
they fake thugs
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Somebody gave 'em money and
a platform to kick it from
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They speak real well,
Em
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but I still don't get it, son
Verse 11
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Eventually they doomed to fall
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And they should get no space to breathe,
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no room at all
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From a long time ago up
to this very moment
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They been twisting the truth,
Em
now I'm their opponent
Verse 12
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They take the people's trust
and misuse it for power
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I'm 'bout to pull the plug
Em
and refuse these cowards
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An d this right here is no small topic
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Trickery is in the air,
Em
Bm
so beware of the false prophets
Verse 13
Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems
Fm
Listen how I kiss it,
Em
watch the storm begin
Bm
Harsh winds, and never coming,
down pouring
Fm
Cats be faking jacks,
Em
don't know what they're down for
Verse 14
Bm
The seven and a half combine,
over the front line
F
Fm
The ten percenters, promoting
Em
Bm
slander with the airtime
Bear in mind jewels be
the tools of the trade
F
Em
Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid
Outro 1
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