Kunci: E major
Verse 1
D
1, 2, 3, spitting bullets on the beat
I'm a sick little puppy
Eb
who gets lucky when he speaks
D
Blast with a silver tongue,
chest with an iron lung
Eb
Extra -terrestrial, tentacles alien
a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone
Eb
D
then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear,
what's your new might find?
Yourself inside the mind
of the illest of our time
Eb
D
Get it poppin', hot rockin',
I'm Freddy Krueger, I'm choppin'
I turn it up to eleven,
the demi -gordon of oppin'
The strangest thing, I'm the boss
Eb
D
when the danger lingers, I'm plottin'
Sweet like a spoonful of sugar,
because I'm merry, like poppin'
A double barrel is cockin',
Eb
a shotgun shell to the noggin'
D
I'm coughin' catchy bronchitis,
Eb
you're in your funeral coffin
Eb
not when I pick the world up,
And when I take from the rich,
I'm in your hood and I'm robbin'
Eb
D
Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
Eb
Six, six, six, flow, crucify a Catholic
D
Maverick, anti -hero, villain,
not protagonist
Words are kind of muffled
when you're sucking on my massive
Who's the fucking illest?
Who's the realest?
Eb
Who's the baddest kid?
D
Pulled the police on this beat
D
A kiddy called Screech on the streets,
I'm the type to kill a pacifist
Catalyst for chemical combustion,
Eb
and synonyms and alchemists
D
Evangelists, spread the words I seek
Eb
like they're cancerous
D
Pragmatist, think before I
speak then I answer it
Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
When I pull it down
the bullets hang and shot
D
Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
Eb
D
Call the police and the riot vans,
the people wanna play
Eb
Freedom now, has lost all meaning how
Eb
in a hierarchic breeding ground?
D
The poor get poor a while,
Eb
the rich get rich in style
D
I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
Top of the phone,
top of the kingdom I own
Eb
D
Top of the streets that I roam,
top of the domes
Fitting for Britain I've shown,
Eb
D
bars like a cellulophone
Hyping like Tyson,
Eb
and I can't go twice in
D
Left writing, I'm striking,
like I'm biting, like a python
Ready, I'm heavy,
I'm mercury, I am Freddy
Eb
D
So eat my words, fill your belly,
like Alphabetty's spaghetti
Eb
D
I am a rap star,
don't believe me, the facts are
Eb
D
I spit fast like a mass car,
don't believe me then fuck ya
Ah, shit I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
Gm
Call a medic for myself
D
I don't feel so hot, my brother
Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
Things gone wrong, hit Viking Kong
Ace wonton bomb like Hardy Brothers
I don't feel so fresh, my bro
Things look blurry, speaking slow
Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
Is what I have for brains
I know that I
Want to spread these tattered wings
Hold them high
Vanish from the heavens
Eb
D
But I'm knocking on the sky
Living with depression
Eb
D
is a blessing in disguise
Never second guessing,
intuition getting wise
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D
One to sink into the pupil of my eye
Travel to the corner of my
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D
cornea and mind
Look for all the answers
Eb
D
that I never seem to find
Till then I guess I'm still the illest of our time
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