Kunci: F major
Verse 1
Gm
Nuthin man; i was on the
bus the other day man
Tryin to listen to my walkman
Gm
F
Gm
This motherfucker all in my face
Tryin to holla at me and shit
I'm like, "man - dude
you just a offspring"
Gm
I'm very interplanetary and vary with
Gm
Gm
Gregarious with
verbals for your merriment
Gm
Gm
What el- p tell me to use,
the beat di- ffuse
Gm
You lose and get played like a mood
Gm
I'm rude revolting leave you molting
E#
No thing - compares to my compadres
F
Gm
We'll take it to broadway
It's beautiful the execution flawless
Gm
soggy groggy when you saw me
But i never tire whenever i
adjust my thrust
F
F#m
Females blush i bring the
F
Gm
california gold rush
Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure
F#m
Gm
amatuerlanded words
You haven't heard? cannabis analyst
Add a twist to my manuscripts
F#m
Fm
F#m
F
Gm
I'l have you sent to the showers
F
Gm
Me and el- p,
Gm
is superpowers like the us and ussr
Blow you like the deathstar
F#m
Gm
Leave your chest scarred like sagat
My plot proliferates, hits
F#m
you like barbituates
F
In a twist of fate and splits your face
Gm
It's the great deltron- z,
soundbombing
Run to mommy,
F#m
Gm
i'm airin out your dirty laundry
I'm shooting then executing you're
F#m
aiming from mainstream
F
strangles your lame jingles
Gm
Gm
Bin go i bring flows that
G
Gm
attack like wild dingoes
Can't be pigeonholed,
anything goes gringo
Verse 2
Here we go - up jumps the outcast,
My mostly overconfident
F
acquaintances pull numbers
Gm
To the anti- potients and
fear that i drip sick in
And rise out of my shell to teach sick
Til they fear living
Gm
Blockin the cocks that bust shots,
spittin smitten bitches
E#m
E#
Til the day of the locust,
E#m
Gm
Gm
kitchen cutlery cuts
Dmx 16 crossfade with a strange lust
Gm
Dr. strangelove, born in the back of the train,
fameless shame
Shared with acne pick brain pit
Tried to capture the moment
of subtle death
E#
Gm
Destro magnet spit - action
fit into capsules
Slipped in the dirty waterway
speaker cabinets
E#
Gm
Maximum b- boy axiom stabbin shit
Gm
Intellectual women find that my
rhyme style relaxes them
F
F#m
And wonder if i fuck to the
F
F#m
Gm
same rhyme style pattern
It's autobahn pipe bomb glass
fragment shatter
To break new jacks at after
Gm
G
parties for actin actual
Gm
Factor x into your formula
for fresh thoughts
With a megalon wingspan that bulge from
Gm
F
Gm
the back of the text radical
G
Radio time tracks flatten your flattery
Gm
The tradition excuse used by
Gm
biters; ambiguously homo
Knotted tights and colored
That's wrapped around
the brittle legs of
Things without weapons - i'm
F
Gm
grief diseased brethren
Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor,
feed on excedrin
Gm
Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed
estrogen!
Verse 3
Del and el- p Watch in
G
Gm
Break it up piece by piece
Fm
Never weak in the least
Gm
Fm
F
Gm
Think you better see a
priest
(Mortality, don't battle me,
it's costly
Gm
G
We the raw breed all of y'all is just
Gm
F
Gm
F
Gm
the offspring)
Verse 4
Gm
Yo del kick that shit again
Verse 5
Gm
Tomahawking your tom- tom club
F
You tried to holler at me at my show,
F
Gm
lookin like you on drugs
Gm
You love the del i'll thug you,
bumpin juvenile
Thinkin you in style,
Gm
packin like you movin now
scott free with cock- d
Gm
Knock- kneed delivery that scorches
F
Gm
you like lockheed
Dr. decibel, my deliverance
is questionable
Gm
But as far as this session
goes i'm wreckin skulls
Better check your pulse,
we visionaries with this
Fm
Gm
Scarin the shit outta record
F
Gm
labels next to fatal
Right beside
homocide bonafied bewilderment
Militant diligence like
Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor
Track your pager plus your celly
Piss on your pele pele,
catch you comin out of belly
Gm
Gm
Dumbin out daily, tell me,
what was your rationale
F
Gm
Think of matchin del i
disconect your pactell
My mobile code words,
showboat with no hope
For any rhyme you kick or any
Gm
Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic,
skanless with anthems
Stomp your little cadence out at random
Verse 6
Gm
Ran- random, ran- random
El and del- aphonic known
to go off on a tantrum
Now you know.
For the backpackers, for
the computer hackers
For the misplaced famous,
F
Gm
for all the video gamers
For the derranged krylon stain makers
For the ungry hungry ass
That new york to the bay shit!
Gm
Verse 7
Outro 1
"Go off, go off!"
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