Kunci: C major
Verse 1
C
Eb
Gm
Ab
C
La la la
Eb
Gm
Ab
C
Eb
You know my trade mark, my trade start
First and foremost I'm dealing
Ab
You lying on your sheet,
Do you work while you parlay but still partake
like you're away from your fam
Eb
Nine months a year but you done see
Gm
the future and the future look clear
We in the zone of the doom for self
C5
C
We're moving stealth
Eb
Standing in the need of prayer
We proceed in a choir
Gm
while guzzling the fire
Ab
C
Inside the moment of total focus
We just can't relate to
no nervous loafers
Eb
Divine design stay real to we
Akin to such activity
Ab
C
Freeing the mind now, freeing the soul
It's waiting for the physical heat to take
hold
Cutting the boogie like
Hand stretched,
Gm
looking for the dough I deserve
Ab
Cutting the boogie like it's brand new
looking for the dough I deserve
Eb
Yes, it's me, it's me, oh
Lord
Ab
C
Standing in the need of prayer
Insane poetry,
Eb
you better know it's me
Unashamed uncouth gimmick,
let's give it stress
Ab
Stretching the point to the
Random profound, back from the rebound
Eb
My town, your town, but we don't own shit
In years to come,
Gm
will it be the ownership?
Eb
Ab
Copyright infringing,
Eb
Bb
Eb
publishers cringing
who took my name
singeing?
Eb
Handstand lyrical, metaphor painful
Money took a brain full of
small friends talking
Ab
C
Art depicts life, life depicts art
Every woman,
every man gotta play their part
Whatever you choose,
Eb
the hero or the villain
We're still here instilling,
the benefits of chilling
Gm
Ab
En croach on the system,
Revolutionary mindset,
Eb
F
Eb
Ab
Bb
Cm
C
revolutionary inkling
Reinventing the wheel was
Eb
never part of my remit
Hilton
Gm
Ab
Smith, I remix myself and come back
Bb
C
Blacker than most would dare to be
African son, now they scared of me
Eb
Bought and sold how many years ago
And now they still tryna sell my arse
Gm
Ab
And I've been
C
through the worst of life
So who's gonna show me how to cool my head I stay vexed with the machine,
Gm
Ab
Analyze that, put that in your pipe I'm here
C
to bring strife with an old crusty knife
So how many mommas must cry
And it's not my fault
Eb
that's the game of life
And there's too many
playing games with life
Gm
Ab
Dis cuss and discuss ways
But they're, they're built on a
whole different hunger
C
Standing in the need of prayer
Eb
Ab
C
It's me, oh me, it's me oh lord
Eb
It's me, it's me, it's me,
Ab
C
Lord I'm in the knee of the crier
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