Tonart: F major
Verse 1
F
Ab
I use the mic like a walkie- talkie
DMV in my bloodline, I done start
Eye of the tiger, call a nigga Rocky
The finish line between
Use verse and rhyme to extend the
Crumble every clock I see with a
Ab
Gb
twelve followin' behind my brothers
Ab
for the mothers
I been a motherfucker
make a woman wonder
Ab
Gb
Make a hater my lover
Ab
Gb
But, equally, I been a rubber
band without elasticity
Ab
Gb
Been a trap man drastically
A fallen star never to be discovered
An inmate with a number but
Rap 'til I can sell my bars
to the highest sucker
Keep my beats on repeat like
they stu- stutter
Pretty on some Ali
I done become the Thrilla in Manila
New Jack City on some pain, probably
Call a brother Duh Duh Duh
any other
Big body truck in the mud
Or the feet that grew
from the concrete
'Til I'm big as Jigga and the nigga
he came up under
Bb
Bbm
I went from notorious to glorious
I knew I was more than his
Like a one- man force of a nature
strong in my mind
'Til you go on- line orderin' my kind
to savage your shit
Ab
And with them lines I just spit I hope you're recording
this skit
This ain't no average shit
I'm hood- born, a dark form
with a candlestick
The ghost of the too- poor-
to- rock- sandals kid
And before I could handle all of this
Bb
Ab
I was hard to walk a mile in my own
shit
Bb
A prodigal smile with a poem losin'
like pharaohs did
Bb
Am
I been the afterparty to my
own show, ya dig?
Bb
Ab
I just needed to know, can I live?
Like Hov did way back
when
Bb
Then lo and behold,
Ab
Am
Dealt with the stings from them
Ab
arrows I felt within
And elevated to where them sparrows
been
'Til that became equal with the skies them
eagles swim
But if height reflects how
slight life done slipped
I been right with the lowest of the
Am
lip
No Mo' Better Blues,
Ab
just a permanent bruise where the horn used to fit
Bb
Bbm
Low like slow to get up on the count of ten
Gb
Ab
Bb
To keep it all the way five hundred, low as your basement,
Gb
wasted
Bb
Ab
Dazed and too confused
to find my placement
Ab
When I was a kid I used to dream of this kind
of graduation
Now I'm on some Tom Hanks,
Still a bad boy gettin' paid for them
toys
I play station, I give thanks
And use God's noise as a celebration
Ab
I'ma sing with that thing for your soul's
masturbation
Bbm
I'ma bring enough king to control
your manifestation
Ab
And you gon' scream with anticipation
While you turn from all the lil' boy- girls
Bbm
Bb
This man done reappeared when the
Ab
world is filled with fear and intrepidation
The screen got the same scene
Bbm
It just seems too many Elvises done
Ab
Am
left the building to believe the motivation
Ab
The people fiendin' for that old feelin'
So the big Tank just pulled back
into the station
This time with a blue and red light
in the basement
This that new height we chasin'
Bb
Am
Same food for thought through sound, just made
Bbm
it where you can better taste it
Am
Bb
Use what I sing now and never for
Am
And the rest for the ones brown who don't feel blessed
I done cleaned the mess up, no
Just a brave lion standin' atop
I come to you open and naked
I come to you knowin' without hesitation
Fifty thousand waitin' for my shit
Ab
I'ma give you every last drop of it
Until we all on the same trip to
destination
Come fuck with it, my elevation
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