Тональность: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
C#m
C
Bm
Yeah, say one,
GIF,
Soul
C#m
Chef,
Em
Innovative, illustrating the method
Bm
On how to use roads like weapons of
Soul
Chefing
Em
Heating up a cold session
with old lessons
Bm
On how to dominate any candidate
you nominate
Em
Sophisticated like pomegranate and vodka
The
Bm
Nike
SB rocker, the hipper hip
Am
hopper
Sometimes I spit reminiscin'
the big poppa
D
And my intricacies, if you listen, I get proper
Em
My whole style is superfuturist, editorialist
Bm
Explore the world through the
Commonwealth
So I won awards with this
Em
The love I get is glorious
Bm
I'm victorious for settin'
trends notorious
The people need a warrior
Em
I'm at the higher regency or the
Astoria
Bm
Givin' you more of the realness
in the categoria
Am
Hip -hop genre, I'm
Obama
A1 and
D
TIFF, they get flippin' scripts
For the rest of this,
Em
C#m
C
Bm
it's
Em
C#m
C
Bm
Em
I'll die making music just to tell my story,
Bm
cater to my followers, pay homage to those
Em
before me, I bow to predecessors cause I know where I come from,
Bm
I'm humble but I eat a
nigga whole if he wants some,
Em
Bm
I'll never fall a victim to fads and trendy waves, ever since
I was a youth I was hungry, I had that glaze,
Am
Dm
I step on stage, the smoke gets thicker, I
I got that magic and you figure
Em
I'm far from my prime and I
have yet to make my debut
Bm
When I do these niggas better,
wear they safe suits
Em
Cause touch that mic, no remorse,
and I will rape you
Bm
Be cool, I take you under my wing,
just for the spring
Em
Cause most only last for a season
Bm
Pretty smile, but when I kick at you
It's where I was a heathen,
I got that fever
Am
Until I'm face up in my casket
I'll never lose,
D
and several dudes bear witness
To the madness,
Em
C#m
C
you faggots
Bm
Em
C#m
C
Bm
Em
For the rest of my life,
I promise to spit savage
Bm
Way above average, the microphone is
my second maverick
Em
From the east coast, south to parish
Japan and
New
Bm
Zealand, giving hip -hop a new feeling
Em
With vintage quality,
so appealing I'm
Marvin
Bm
Gate, a rap, what I'm giving you
is lyrical healing
Am
My box cutter make you look like relatives
of ceiling
Dm
If you try to step to me, your flow, it is
Em
Stiff -armored cats in my
lane like I'm
Peterson
Brett
Bm
Favre, a lyrical game, cause I need to be
Em
Ve getarian, with an appetite for blood
Edward
Collins, cause I'm the thug,
ladies love vampires
Em
Set it on fire, burn a bitch down,
Bm
take a king's crown
Decapitate the weak, live now,
Am
this is first down and gold
D
No control on the road, see the lanes fold as the grim reaper takes soul
Em
C#m
C
Bm
Em
C#m
C
Bm
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
You
Am
Dm
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