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