Tonart: F major
Verse 1
I think he's faking the band
D
Y'all will either run the world or destroy
it while holding hands
Bm
B
Architect, terrible vet with
Me clutching a 30- odd,
burn village laughing
Verse 2
D
B
Gas mask latched in, signal for the whirly
D
Worm killer bird on the set, I flex early
B
Got to beat the rush and report it all
Am
Weathermen and such,
D
motherfucks, try to malign mine
Verse 3
D
Let's digress now, kings,
put your cans up
Paint the city scope with the
prettiest type of cancer
Watch 'em laser surge every
tumor like they the relic
New York is the truancy burg,
state of hysterica
Verse 4
D
It's a brutalized lab bunny
jumping the fence
Grab the money and the charger for the
microchip embedded in head
Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife
I sit up in the cribbo and carve
these 'noid kites out of lead
C
D
Bm
The same weight of the monkey
Verse 5
on my neck
D
Who crawled off my back and
tried to make friends
Now I'm walking 'round lit
B
D
like the fun never ends
Am
D
But someone ran their key on my whip,
plus left dents
Verse 6
D
Bm
D
Bm
Welcome to my bas tard delight night,
gents
D
Where everything has a meaning
but none of it makes sense
Living is so demeaning but
Bm
rappers still wanna offer
D
Fake
Verse 7
aliens from lying saucers
Verse 8
D
I don't have the time, man,
I'm searching for bigger answers
The beat is so sick,
made with real bits of panther
The clay of the city streets,
don't take to these broken cleats
Am
D
But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded,
it's just me
Verse 9
What up, Tame?
D
Bm
D
B
Desperate men do dangerous things
New York with no kings
Bm
D
Desperate kids do dangerous shit
Full alarm system, it's on where you live
Verse 10
Death ducks weather maniacal
Dm
Verse 11
F
D
B
My name is El- Producto, my friend,
fiends try to draw me
Another close copy but not the God hardly
Am
D
Sex shit sloppily,
fuck yourself, pardon me
Verse 12
D
Look, here comes the scientists,
here they come to cure us all
Mind is on your money, sonny,
brain is on the curtain call
Give the kid a sack of D,
pass the child a bag of C
Even in the tenement residence
there's a pharmacy
Verse 13
D
Bm
Deadly young people, deadly new day
snare pattern play
Dignity for criminals,
Bm
D
science for religion
Verse 14
War stole the future, peace is for bitches
D
Every thing's a felony,
relatively hellishly
Cops make guns whistle like here,
check the melody
You need to learn to worship
the warships
Am
D
Anything made of steel,
Verse 15
of course can leave corpses
D
Cops on four horses, hot to draw quarters
The morbidist thoughts are made
Verse 16
laws and enforced quick
D
B
Don't lift your foot off of
Bm
that land mine switch
Am
D
Till I make the 20 yard
Verse 17
dash and cover my eyelid
D
Bm
We don't need no
edumucation, there's no patience
D
My team is on the food line,
blinker in the waist and
Walkies all connected,
Bm
got ta wait for the signal
Am
Dm
Weathermen are the lefties that
D
burn to the bone gristle
Verse 18
D
Bm
D
Bm
Insight is disease, feed the criminal rotary
D
All over the world it's
the same skull fuck locally
Bm
Alpha Flight airs that are rare,
Feeling like a kid again,
Verse 19
umbilical choking me
D
Never shit on my faction of bastards,
not openly
Don't you even whisper shit,
not even if jokingly
D
Straight out of Poisonville, coming
up for air again
Now the air is poisonous,
environment choking me
Bm
Desperate men do dangerous things Full
Verse 20
D
alarm system,
New York with no kings
D
Desperate kids do dangerous shit
Am
D
Full alarm system,
it's on where you live
Yeah, biatches
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