Hungry Akkorde von
Common
Common

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Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Gm
Am
Yo niggas don't want none of this
Niggas know they can't
Dm
fuck with this
Am
Turn this shit up just a little
Dm
Am
Dm
more
Gm
I walk
Verse 2
the night in rhyming armor
bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row
Abm
searching for an Interscope
Gm
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else
decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make
me so glad I made it
Players is getting traded
I drop a gem off,
them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so banging niggas
say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought,
I've skated with precision
Crews is gettin' split like decisions
Am
Com' will let it ride in collision
Dm
Gm
Vision like Colleco or tele,
I battle stars in stellar
Regions, my thought scheme
was my like my offspring
Abm
Now, it's teething
Gm
My reason of rhyme applies
to season and time
Season of mind,
body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving
the swine
Abm
Gm
Verbal vegetarian,
Abm
Gm
squashed beef with Ice Cube
Abm
Came in this rap life nude
Gm
Now I'm fully clothed with flows
Am
You tricks can't hide behind
expensive cars and clothes
Gm
Abm
Gm
Old niggas I expose like
Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material,
Abm
Gm
imperial and rugged like
Am
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
Gm
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies,
this is rip a motherfucker night
Oracle arouse,
Abm
niggas don't even run for cover right
Gm
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man,
Abm
with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Gm
Abm
Gm
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef
Abm
when I go wild
Gm
Abm
Gm
Hold micslike a second nut until
the second coming
Humming coming towards you
Abm
with power like forest do
Gm
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a
Ford, I'm exploring you
Some wack niggas be cool,
Abm
with them, I stay cordial
Gm
Flowing room temperature,
cats is presumed miniature
Am
Like golf, soft like Tiger Woods
Abm
Gm
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways
Abm
that's geometric
Gm
Abm
Don't need to rob banks
with dike broads to Set it
Gm
I levitate to the occasion,
lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like
I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin'
Abm
and less savin '
Gm
A praise in hell, raisin' heaven
Abm
Like the bill on my pager leavens
Gm
Abm
What you should have known
Gm
from day one
Abm
You will on day seven
Verse 3
Gm
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in
Outro 1
the city
Am
Am
Am
Am

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