Tonart: F minor
Intro 1
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Bm
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Verse 1
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I just wanna reach out,
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and lyrically touch her, and feel like, I cut back and bush her
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Ayo, yo, it's
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O .S .O.
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I just wanna reach out
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And lyrically touch her
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I'll cut back and bush her
Ayo, yo, it's
Emotional
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Ayo, the bass from the beat
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Make you wanna embrace the toilet seat
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My words make your heart thump harder
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This song is nothing but a fight starter
Em
Damn it, they should ban it
See as an assistant, collecting the cannon
When I'm a performance
on a massacre or riot
Then I take the female survivors
to a penthouse suite in the
Hyatt
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Then it's overflowing emotions,
I promote the notion
Love's what you make
it, you wanna partake in the potion?
Bm
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I sip that damn, I knock the whole
style up for nine months
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Experience the pains of my labor
Hey, it's a boy
and true neighbors to bits
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Too complex to recognize they
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I just wanna reach out
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Lyrically an d touch her
But I feel like I got back in busher
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Hey yo yo, it's oh so emotional
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Bm
I just wanna reach out,
Em
and lyrically touch her
But it feel like I cut back and bush her
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Em
Ay yo yo, it's oh so emotional
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Now we resort to the speech cells
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Because of speech cells,
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it's an exchange of gun blasts and tongue lashings
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No unmasking
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Your super rap roles can't play the part
Your plex please, put em up on a heart
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Bm
I can write a fight scene,
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the journey of a pipe dream
In such detail, your female might scream
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I rhyme like a rollercoaster ride,
Nobody illa, your favorite
MC lied
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Yeah, they say things like that
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just to sell rackets
Then they get over on your fat head
just because you let it
Bm
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Hearts cry like little liches
Now you wanna die and you start
diggin' your own ditches
Em
you get emotional like postpartum
I just wanna rip down,
forget all this stardom
You get starstruck in
Starbucks and spit up your java latte
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Reach out and lyrically touch her
G
Em
But it feel like I cut back and bust her
G
Em
Ay yo yo, it's so so
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Emotional
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I just wanna reach out
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And lyrically touch her
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But I feel like I got back and bust her
Emotional
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The engine to my comprehension
Em
E
is so true boy
Try to take this mic,
it's like a dog in his chew toy
Lose your fingers,
you can't figure out these negroids
So stay off the steroids
And drag the skin off tracks and bleed
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quartz out your valentine
Em
You can survive inside this concubine
I fill beats up big with
Shaq hands and wrestle
your whole spot
You get pinned one -two
And if you want to put your side bets up
Heads up, dice roll, rock stone, get stuck
And pluck the raps out your teeth
You popcorn while we cook rhymes
Look, mine's as pot warm
Bm
Who's the sickest to see the touch of
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mic go home and fight about it?
Turn colors in the face, get all tight about it
I keep you abreast like our
Janet
Jackson
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just wanna reach out,
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an d lyrically touch ya
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But I feel like, I got back and bust ya
Ay yo yo, it's so so, emotional
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I just wanna reach out,
Em
and lyrically touch ya
But I feel like, I got back and bust ya
Em
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Ay yo yo, it's so so,
Bm
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emotional
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Yeah, right, take that
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Yeah, yeah, take that, ha -ha,
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hold that
Outro 1
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