Tonart: Gb major
Verse 1
Batcave, back to the street,
back to the beat, back to the spot
Where the rats make, make,
make me who I am
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make,
Em
make, make me the, the man, man, man
S .C., or I be the best
B
D
come and see me in a flesh seat
D
I thought I told you my rhymes,
they manifold you
Back on the flow, it's the
S and
C's
It's too slow to progress,
D
I'm better the older I get with these
D
you should better your rhymes
D
My sixteenth ahead of their time
D
Seems you're forgetting that
Never once stopped, you just chill
They said it's impossible,
still climb to the top of the hill
Ain't no stopping my skills,
D
dude, I do not really feel
You, you not really real
Citrus to chili to represent,
Back to the
Batcave, back to the street, back to the beat,
D
back to the spot where the raps made
Made me who I am,
and m -m -m -m -m -m -m -m -making me the man
Em
I mangle mics and inferior types,
D
D
man the kid go down nice like inexperienced dice
D
D
I'm quite raw and delirious,
they are more steady than they care
Yeah they fallin' off serious,
Aquarius
D
Yeah the flow is in my bloodlines,
D
Gregarious
With the soldiers on the front lines,
so cold with the croaks
D
Accolades make my mates stay
proposing to dope
D
Ted
Danson though, it's
D
S.
Hanson
Yo, broke as a joke, dreaming of
Richard
Branson
D
Cash alas, I'm just middle class hustlin'
D
Up against the ropes like
D
Muhammad in the jungle then
I rock them hard,
I'm stalking cats
Have them seeing more stars
than a gossip mag
It's the new
Jack who do that violent, crude rap
I'm rocking more mics than
Pac -Rock, do -rags,
D
no glosses in the 2 -0 -1 -0
D
Really don't give a fuck, bro,
what you do, it's all shows
D
Me, I got my own plans,
I got my own methods
D
D
They say that life is a gamble,
I don't condone
D
Don't guess who, so I'm on the road,
D
reppin' my government name
D
It's no character, me and this music,
D
So if it all falls apart,
D
you see me workin' part -time at some dead -end job
D
Em
So I pour all my heart into this record,
nah, comin' up with poison thots
The voice is where it ends,
the soul is where it starts
People, you should know the spot,
recognize the drive
I do this to really live,
Em
fuck just tryin' to survive
D
D
What, what, what they do
D
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D
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You
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