Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
F
You can put your whole lifetime
Em
in the paper's lines,
Am
guarantee you can't touch me, trust me.
I'm a professional,
Em
when it comes to rap,
Am
I'm ahead of my game,
and that's how it go.
F
Dm
You can put your whole lifetime
Am
Em
in the paper's lines,
Am
I guarantee you never come close, trust me.
Em
Am
I crush those who are pro -professional,
that's how it go.
Em
Yo, who you know more
F
Em
sick with the spit,
Am
more slick with the gi f?
It'll take a lifetime to get with
F
Em
I'm the top competitor, editor,
pro -tube predator
Am
Studio sabotage, and I beast the bars
Em
They say my lyrical range
is further than yars
Am
So if I shoot from a satin,
I land on the stars
Em
When I talk about satin,
I ain't talkin' to cars
Am
I mean the next door neighbor to Mars
retardedly hard
Solo group or squad,
Am
I put 16 darts on the beat
Give me applause,
Em
cause the more ugly you hype
The more muffled you snipe,
Am
niggas' chains get swiped
Em
The poke up with a knife,
more abrupt with the right
Than the typical type,
Am
puttin' all this fictional hype
in this anti -write
Em
When it come to the storm,
what I do on the mic
Am
Em
It'll take niggas a lifetime to get it right
F
You can put your whole lifetime
Em
in the paper's lines
Am
I guarantee you can't touch me,
trust me
Am
Em
you can't get with me
Am
I'm ahead of my game, professional
Em
Am
You can put your whole lifetime
Em
in the paper's lines
Am
I guarantee you never come close to me,
trust me
F
Dm
It's in this rap game of rhyme,
Em
Am
flow, presto to a pole
Em
I don't if it's the appeal or the thrill,
the lackluster skills
Am
But somethin' bout these niggas is out,
I don't feel
Em
Used to stay in front the radio
when I get a chill
Am
Every track back to back,
Now the lack of the skill
got it slackin' for real
Am
To the point I could do joints,
I ain't lookin' for deals
F
Dm
Kinda hurtin' my feelings,
Am
Shit is hard to be a fan of,
Em
it's still dammit for real
Fm
Em
Bout to hand em a mail, bro,
you see how you look
Am
And I ain't tryin' to throw
the book at you,
just throw out your book
F
I forgot y 'all don't write,
Am
They do magic in the booth,
just poof, niggas, it's nice
Em
You can say what you like
about me and my type
Am
Or give it any label you like,
y 'all know that I'm right
Em
When it comes to the storm,
what I do with the mic
Am
It'll take niggas a lifetime
F
Dm
You can put your whole lifetime
Am
Em
in the paper's lines
Am
I guarantee you never come close,
trust me
F
Em
When it comes to rap,
I'm a professional
Am
I'm ahead of my gang,
and that's how it go
F
Am
You can put your whole lifetime
in the paper's lines
Forget it, and don't waste your time
F
Cause in this rap game,
Em
I'ma flow, crush those
Am
Em
Crush those to a bone
George Bush don't fuck with blacks
Am
Toray don't fuck with wack
F
MC's and they carve his tracks
Em
Back to the drum, bro, with that
Am
The fuck you doing recording that?
Em
F
Hit me more than scratch
Em
Nigga, get the thoughts
I'm light years, days, hours ahead
Em
Most of y 'all rap niggas
could've stayed in the bed
Am
But that bullshit depends if you dead
Em
Shit is garbage, you dead, my nigga
But this, this shit,
Am
you can copy what I write
and I'ma still get biz
Em
That was just to show love,
no subliminal diss
Am
I'ma take it to the max as a minimalist
you bitch like the faggots type
Am
You can hit your website
and type to your delight
Em
When it comes to the proof
of what I do with the mic
Am
Em
It'll take niggas a lifetime to get it right
Am
Dm
Em
Am
F
Am
Em
Am
You can put your whole lifetime
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
F
Am
Em
Am
Put your whole lifetime
Em
in the paper's lines
Am
I guarantee you'll never come close,
trust me
Em
When it comes to rap, I'm a professional
Am
I'm ahead of my king
F
Fm
Bbm
Fm
And that's how it go
You
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