Kunci: G# minor
Verse 1
Am
E
Yeah,
Am
E
Kool Keef should keep it real
Em
G
We should rap about space and Mars
F
Em
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody
E
Em
Same boots, scully hats,
Em
Looking to get in clubs for free
Em
I'm looking for jazz records
at the Roosevelt
F
E
I left New York,
Em
the city itself was stress depression
F#
Hot boots and urban beats,
Am
it wasn't my direction
Am
some clones trying to sound like me
Em
Riding my space styles,
biting my horrorcore
F#
Am
All I saw was little cool keys on my tour
Em
I cheat off all my royalties
G
Am
local groups whacking Cs
Em
E
Em
Some try to rap with that perpetrator,
mobster crap
G
Am
fat stomachs in the limousines
Em
E
Mix tapes by wack DJs
G
Am
the city drifting down the highway
Em
E
Like a mirage,
Em
the style there is all illusion
F#
On videos out of town,
Em
E
Rollin' high with caps
Em
pulled over down my eye
G
Am
Since I've been out, y 'all can't see
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
F#
Is the city buried in dreams?
Am
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
F#
Cause that's the way it seems
Am
Em
E
Is the world made of plastic?
F#
Is the city buried in dreams?
Am
E
Watchin' TV so bored
Em
while imbeciles hold the mic
G
F#
Caught graffiti playgrounds
are played out
Em
All the fatigue was weak,
it's for the minor league
G
Am
and brothers in the rented bins
Em
E
Crews on stage acting hard
Em
with a thousand friends
F#
I saw the place turn plastic
Am
crack as looping beats
E
Em
People with no deals,
walkmans rapping on the streets
G
Am
90 % of the city sounded whack
Em
E
Pay all scams, twist
Em
DJs like a rubber band
G
F#
G
Everybody clear with beats
Em
E
Clearing your samples,
Em
your SB12 fake examples
F#
My money grosses with green
Em
E
Em
Why you act rich with no cash
on the bigger label?
Am
are shut down by barricades
Em
In fact, I pack my bags and listen to E -40,
Am
and other rappers you don't know
Em
You'll never find it in styles of mine,
My sound proceeds with Moogin'
them beats rappin' in my face
G
F#
I come back real, solid rock,
Em
Tapped in your program,
show the world I'm the man
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
F#
G
Is the city buried in dreams?
Am
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
G
Cause that's the way it seems
Am
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
G
Is the city buried in dreams?
Am
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
G
Cause that's the way it seems
Am
Em
As I do see soda, wack,
rugged, big commercials
G
F#
Some rappers abort and puppet
G
Am
eer like the Ninja Turtles
I heat up, yo light up Times Square
F#
I make noise like open hi -hats
E
Em
No promotional shows,
girls with cornrows
G
People with hood sweaters on crack
Em
I walk with straw hats
and glasses in the projects
Am
man, so tense on the line
Em
The scrimmage, playin' my numbers,
waitin' for the fives to come
F
G
Spaghetti out the window,
people actin' dumb
Em
E
Em
Fire hydrants wet their neighbors,
your family's nosy
G
I come and go as I please
Em
You bought sneakers, no car,
scrambling on the corner
F#
I'm not the star you are,
Am
the city's fallin' far
Em
By mechanism, you on my tip,
Am
You duplicated me for years
You are the one
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
F#
G
Is the city buried in dreams?
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
G
Cause that's the way it seems
Am
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
G
Is the city buried in dreams?
Am
Em
Is the world made of plastic?
G
Cause that's the way it seems
Em
G
Am
Yeah Ow
Em
Outro 1
G
Em
G
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