Tonart: E major
Verse 1
A
Em
A
Word, YEAH'! So we sing
Verse 2
don't- wan'- me
Don't- wan'- me don't-
F#m
wan' no whack deejay uh
don't- wan'- me
wan' no whack deejay uh
Em
Me don't like what they play
F#m
Me don't like what they say
don't- wan'- me
Don't- wan'- me don't-
A
wan' no whack deejay uh
Verse 3
Em
F#m
New flow, new style, comin in BOOM BAP
G
A
Who now wanna throw down,
the crew's wild
F#m
two flows - you outta here
A
Buck through your outer gear
Em
F#m
Let's raise the fahrenheit on these
DJ's we don't like
G
You know who I'm talkin about
A
Yo they might come on tonight
Em
They never hype, never tight
F#m
G
That's not polite
A
Am I lyin? No you're quit right
Em
So tonight, I be statin facts
F#m
Most DJ's are whack
A
They NBA - Never Broke a Act
Em
F#m
Yo I'm hopin that, new DJ's open rap
Bring the focus back
G
And take the crates from these fakes to
A
The lake and throw 'em OVER that
Em
A
We lead 'em to freedom or
F#m
Poetically beat 'em up
G
In conventions like meet
'em, see them
Em
F#m
I'm bein MC'in seein and agreein
G
A
DEFINITELY will hit them up,
Interlude 1
so we sing
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
A
F#m
G
A
Verse 4
Em
I SCREAM on these rappers
F#m
Like directors do actors
G
Hang with computer hackers on
A
Farms and ride tractors
Em
F#m
Thug spelled backwards is GUT,
drop the H
G
If you ain't got guts and
A
You callin yourself a thug, you a fake!
Em
Not just the guts to bust
F#m
A
off 44 calibre
G
Cause mad thugs turn bitch when
A
You show that ass algebra
Em
F#m
It's like the vexed look, the sex look
G
The checks look, cause brothers be
A
Scared of that textbook!
Em
You best look elsewhere
F#m
Knowledge of self here
A
Em
echinicea for health care
F#m
Outrappin 'em, slappin 'em, ghetto
G
Scholar like Pun, joey Crack and them
A
On spraypaint we put fat
F#m
Up in the yard, we go to hittin it harder
G
Then return to reprieve as
A
Mild mannered Kris Parker
Em
F#m
The exec, signin on checks,
approvin budgets
G
A
But if you want it, meet me at any club
We can THUG IT
Em
A
F#m
G
Verse 5
A
Em
F#m
G
NORE
A
Em
goes "WHAT WHAT,
F#m
" Cube goes "YEH- YEAH!"
G
Jamaicans go "BUCK BUCK
A
" MC Eiht goes "GYEAH'!"
Em
F#m
Master P goes "UNGHHH
" Busta RHymes goes
"WOOP WOOP" like cop cars
Em
Cause I pull over pop stars
F#m
And arrest they guitars
G
And sentence them to the turntables
Em
Shakin 'em up, rippin 'em down
F#m
Brother whattup? Gimme a pound
G
You diggin the sound I'm bringin
A
Around, shakin the ground, never a clown
Em
You know that you buggin
F#m
G
But you also know that you love it
A
Somethin new and bumpin
others be frontin
Em
They can't even think about
F#m
G
New flows and techniques
They speak when the check speaks
A
Em
F#m
But KRS- One is direct heat
Outro 1
YES!
G
A
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
F#m
G
A
Em
F#m
G
Wie hat dir der Song gefallen?
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteA Em F#m G
Mehr Songs von KRS-One
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
Ähnliche Songs
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
Beliebte Akkorde weltweit
Meistgespielte Akkorde & Tabs aller Nutzer
Neu hinzugefügt
Kürzlich hinzugefügte Akkorde & Tabs