Тональность: D# minor
Intro 1
Am
C
Am
Verse 1
Am
C
Am
Hack into religion,
Am
Bitches, slaves, and
Indians, 5 billion followers
Fusions of sublimity
Microwave to set the stage
Ritual nature, power without time I
can't, I can't, can't, can't
Pastia, mihra, thinkin' nature
Go, go, spin around, think it now
I'm coming to war, war
Days of the ways of the days
of a samurai
Hopping on my shoulder but you
C
Am
know I'm more than equal
Eyes of a merry- go-
round, everybody's looking
C
TV on the radio, calling to the plug, yeah
Am
God of the internet, hackers, hackers
God of the internet
C
Am
F
Am
God of the masters
F
Am
You don't have to ask
F
us, you can just do it
God of the internet
Hackers
Am
God of the internet
God of
Damascus
C
Am
God of the internet
Hackers
Damascus
F
Am
Homie I'm a in ternet gangster
F#m
Tell me how many hits I
F
Hashtag game on a milli, I can probably get a bigger
Am
F
F#dim
download than a motherfuckin' clip
F#m
Am
I'm a freakin' god of the
F#dim
Am
Wi- Fi, I spy movies with
F#dim
F#m
a squeeze of the sci- fi
F#dim
Am
My kind search through the iris of your mind's eye,
head through the mainframe with a mic type
F
Streaming's the new flat economy,
F#dim
F#m
ain't it?
F#dim
Am
Art is a new kind
of poverty language
Follow the leader, the cyber- believers,
F
Am
the new congregation, the breeders remade it
F#dim
I'ma get that
Am
Jesus light, that's gon' get that
Jesus hype
If selfie the new revolution,
F
Am
I think I can die with a supercomputer tonight
5 million followers
5 million followers
5 million followers
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Am
F#dim
Am
5 million followers
F
Like they said, I read it right through it
Am
F
Am
F#m
Red, red, chestnut, deep,
F#dim
Am
full of hydrogen
I just read it, can't you catch it?
F
Am
Open my eyes, it's my computer
In front of me, a plug,
F#dim
cause I'm the killer
Am
I'm talkin' to my coaches,
F
if I call a dick, I'm sendin'
Am
She is just a nitro, you know this,
F#dim
Am
you can 't keep this up
Bitch is drivin', changin' on the pavillon,
Am
F#m
She said it, mother, and it's gettin' something,
F#dim
Am
what a wreck
Try to get me, run it like the coupe,
F
a bitch, I'm on the stack
And I'm in the
F#dim
Am
Vatican, I need to not panic it
Poet told us separate,
F
put some change up in my head again
Stitches think I'm tattlin',
Am
spokes can think I'm raggin'
Bitches think I'm preachin'
While the teachers think I'm cheekin'
F
F#dim
Am
F
I'm just speakin'
I'm just speakin'
F#dim
Am
Talkin' to religion,
F
F#dim
F
F#dim
5 billion fol lowers
F#m
F#dim
Am
Bitches, saints, and
Indians, 5 million bottomless
F
Am
5 million bottomless
F
F#dim
I feel your bottomless
Am
F
I'm so stupid b****,
F#dim
F#m
F#dim
Am
F
F#m
I'm so stupid b****, I'm so stupid b****, I'm so b
Am
F
F#dim
F
What you see in me is
F#m
Am
Thank you for
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