Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
C
Fm
I never have entered any beauty contest,
son I never gave a shit about a supermodel search
This verse first busted on
my 23rd birthday
Earns no cash for rent,
now it's rehashed
and bent
Spent like government cents,
in the bank, out
the bank
Like the
Kelly
Yang, a teller said thanks
I crank it up like the
PA at a death metal gig
E
Fm
This is no lecture or a lesson,
Em
Fm
I'll just pull off your wig
You wanna show the world your flow,
bro, first get a cape
I listened to your whole album,
Em
man, it wasn't that great
Fm
I haven't dug in the crates as much
as searching my mind
Em
You're looking for the perfect beat,
Fm
I'm looking for the perfect rhyme
And this patient practice
takes exercise
It's like trying to look at someone
with the sun in your eyes
I never compromise integrity,
I'm not a sellout
My perspective is infirm,
check no penthouse
I get the hell out like
a rabbit at the races
These greyhounds in suits got murder
written all over their faces
Stressed out like pacers,
place your fake beat
Create an image from the simplest feature,
take tweets
I beat the drum like single
mum till exhausted
Devoted to what's important,
what's my calling?
So caution,
I'm forced in and trampling like elephants
You wanna contribute son,
then keep it relevant
You're gonna use your effort and your time,
use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine
and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give
the people what they want
But who cares what you give unless you
get the rhythm relevant
This is for the people and only
for the people to consume
It's a method of relax and spark
em up and write tunes
It's just a little thing we
developed in our rooms
Voice, pen, pad and computer,
tools of a user
Machinery accompanies the raucous
and thoughts and vocal rhythms
A pleasing little fiery collision isn't it?
I wanna rip the mic up to bits
I wanna dance like a breaker
with wings on her hips
Surely we don't need another half -arse
Brain dead, well -dressed,
breastfed, volume annoying
MC
On the stage talking
Benzies
Cash flows and cars in
a whacking juice frenzy
Write your own stars,
please man don't even send me
You cut yourself in half with your empty
bag of battle raps
It's tearing us apart,
not looking for the last laugh
Nor the past etiquette, I'm just here to contribute
Abm
Fm
Eb
and keep it relevant
Fm
Abm
Fm
You're gonna use your effort
and your time
Ab
Use your wretched little mind
Fm
Don't forget your spine
and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give
Ab
Fm
the people what they want
But who cares what you give them unless
you get the rhythm relevant
You're gonna use your effort
and your time
Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine
and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock this spot and give
the people what they want
But who cares what you give
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them unless you get the rhythm relevant
Fm
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