Kunci: Eb major
Verse 1
F#
Em
Am
G
M .I .C.
D
G
Em
M .I .C.
F#
M .I .C.
G
The grim reaper will reap so
F#
don't sleep or make a peep
Em
I'm deep, I got a shawty
Am
and it pumps like a
G
G
As it pump, you weep,
D
your options creep
G
Bm
I'm not pumping daylight soul,
F#
I'm pumping little creeps
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
Em
To their deathbed, fed,
Am
A
G
instead of making bread that left dead
D
Ripped to shreds, twisted, hangin'
G
Bm
F#
I rest heads to bed like
club head get wise
Bm
Em
Realize that sometimes
F#
hypnotize emcees
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
G
Strap kick, dick sticks, built like dick sticks
F#
The two picks, I kick ass,
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
G
Em
Flame brother, either father,
brother, king or mix
Am
A
G
But you're dope as shit,
D
G
you dick, I stick niggas up
F#
Cause I'm a lunatic,
my victims are handpicked
G
You wiped off like lipstick,
F#
seasick or homesick
Em
Pretend I'm glad you beat
A
that ass with a boomstick
G
Say one word, and yes,
D
your ass I'll chase
G
F#
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
Em
Tough like beefsteak,
Am
but sweet like shortcake
A
G
D
A young star, my fall, that's up the bar
G
F#
No matter who you are,
I'll be ready to spar
Bm
F#
Cause the mic is a crowbar,
Em
my rhymes are solar
F#
Classy like a jaguar,
the microphone all -star
G
Em
F#
Grim's a diehard, chill on the boulevard
G
With my bodyguard, he's big like it's
F#
St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
Em
Cause you can't compare
gold to silverware
Am
I
G
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
D
you interfering with me
G
F#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
Em
Go against me nigga,
Am
A
you don't want no dealers with me
G
DESTROY!
the fuck on my path,
D
you interfering with me
G
Em
F#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
Em
A
G
Relentless pain, no novocaine I drill like a dentist,
couldn't prevent this
D
G
F#
Heart like cement tape, musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
Em
On tour, I make a lot of paints
Am
G
But the words you heard,
D
Em
G
I meant this I designed this shape, I bent this track
F#
Sent this whack apprentice
G
ass right back
F#
G
To the drawing board, it was a joke
Em
To the rhyme, overlord,
Am
A
G
overlord, overlord soul
D
G
Catch the wave like coke,
F#
let you float like a surfboard
G
F#
Stompin' the streets, I tear up clubs
Em
You reach for the mic and
Am
I leave you with nub s
G
D
A frog brings sales like a bag of chips
G
F#
When a rapper try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
G
F#
Em
that's when I write my baddest shit
Am
G
Then I lock like a pick on the paper
D
Sic em, another victim for the
G
Em
musical raper
F#
Round ripper, style stripper, non -hipper
Em
Bm
Sharp like a nail clipper
Em
G
I'm bigger than both of the dippers
F#
And very dapper,
Em
F#
I'll go deeper than flipper
G
Em
But when it come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
G
F#
G
F#
Huh, y 'all just little whippersnappers
G
F#
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
Em
I'll get your jaw broke like
Am
Grazerutter
G
Ah shit, I'm at it again
D
G
Em
F#
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
G
F#
The final chapter, no more laughter
Em
Am
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
G
No nuclear warheads, cause instead
D
G
Bm
All rhymes are lost by the
F#
kid who's fed
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
Em
All the place, all the person I chase face
Am
G
So walk, and don't try to
D
talk when I start to stalk
G
Em
I don't discriminate,
F#
Grim
Reaper hates
Em
All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
Em
er they're friend or foe
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path
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