Тональность: Gb major
Verse 1
D
Em
I don't want nobody but you,
D
ooh
The E -Triple is a sick crapper
G
I'm a flip fast and bitch slapper,
A
D
Vic Rapper
Step to this, I'll make your brain stop
G
Tryin' to battle's like tryin' to
A
light a candle with a raindrop
A
you had to stage laminate
G
D
After the show, you let me know
A
D
you was a great fan of me
The music that the E makes, it creates
G
D
I make a thousand beats
E
A
out of three crates and feel great
D
But if you wanna rush the place
E
A
I'll fart in my hand and touch your face
D
I never need another booze to elevate
A
make the channel 7 news an d celebrate
D
Bm
My cerebellum rakes atoms
A
G
My brain patterns came from the same
E
A
strange chasm that made Saturn
D
So don't doze on the shit I compose
G
D
Cause I was digging for records
A
while you was digging in your nose
D
So if you wanna brawl and beef,
G
I'm across the street
D
I meet jerks with a missile,
When I reverse,
E
A
you'll work into a shit pile
D
When Dictator flips,
G
daddy'll get slain by a Dismaster,
D
A
so Ixnay on the chit -chatter
it's accurate to say
G
that I'm an addict for the mic,
D
Em
D
cause I keep running back to rip
So I was saying I'm a fiend
G
for the pristine raps
D
on a 16 -track recorder
We wanna collaborate if you can imagine a way
G
D
A
of lacerating the rhythm with fixing a fatter plate
D
I'm rotating on a Tech 12 platform,
G
D
I excel at warp speeds and jaws bleed
I force feed across breeds of thoughts
G
needed to keep a secret
D
and leave a weasel easily defeated
Don't take it short like a dumb midget,
A
G
you're not rhyming live
so get a motherfucking 9 to 5
I'll send your ass in a cubicle fast,
G
or any other slave driven environment
D
My name's written on every appliance
G
in your brain kitchen,
to make riches is one of
A
D
my main missions
But it's not the determinant factor
A
G
Your as s crack will catch
a back draft
A
when I'm burnin' an actor
my architect pleases
D
A
I ate a lot of grilled cheeses
D
But nowadays to hold the mic's
D
So behold the might of a poltergeist
It's me, Don, not the Smothers Brothers
A
G
And if the microphone was heroin,
A
I'd be a dead motherf***er
D
Bass heads need crack
G
I tried to leave the mic alone,
D
but yo, I can't hold it back
E
I don't got it like you do
Em
A
D
A
D
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