Tonart: A minor•
Intro 1
F#m
Fm
Cm
F#m
Verse 1
Cm
Am
2, 3, and...
in this chosen scripture.
Am
Em
F#m
It's the hitman for hire
Am
when he goes and gets ya.
C
F
Kinda violent when I hold and hit ya.
Am
Yo, we can take this in the alley
like a bowling pitcher.
You get too crushed,
F
your lips like sand for the sun.
Am
Em
Am
These dudes fall for these hoes,
won't stand for they son.
These boys young
C
Am
and they lost in the need of directions
F#m
When everything falls apart,
Am
you don't see the connections
Palmer is a bitch and she packin' a Glock
Em
Am
And you bout to get shot
like you back on the block
C
F
I go to war like I'm wearin' fatigues
Am
Stevie Wonder in his prime,
his hair in the beads
F
Not tryna say I'm a musical genius
Am
But understand what I done,
you don't usually see this
C
F
This is 30 years of excellence
Am
F#m
Cop your tickets, see ya all at the next event
Fm
E -E -E -E -M -C, M the place to be,
Cm
Fm
as it is plain to see
F#m
Fm
I take a count, 1, 2, 3, Ace,
strict words, E -E -E -C
Am
Yo, I know you miss me,
F
Em
yep I been gone for a minute
Am
It's cause I got a real job,
something like a lieutenant
C
Tryna find me, truth be told,
F
Em
to be perfectly honest
Am
More than likely I'm in the mill
with the homie Yannis
G
Or in the lab with Marco,
F
Am
cause him and Ace is cookin'
F#m
Bout to eat on this beat
Am
in a small place in Brooklyn
C
The game's mine, your little space is tooken
F
Am
Shorty a G,
Em
Am
of course she with me,
that's just in case you lookin'
Bm
G
Throwin' some Timbs,
Em
Am
That's absurd, you still a nerd
and your wife is ugly
C
Your credit bad and rap
Em
F#m
Am
I did verses for 4K out in Norway
F
Am
It's EMC till they drop the casket
F#m
It's no question,
Am
so please don't even stop to ask it
C
F
Em
Wordsworth, Master Ace and me
Wherever we at is the place to be
Am
F#m
1, 2, 3, B -E -M -C
Fm
Cm
Am
M the place to be, as it is plain to see
F#m
Fm
Take a bow, 1, 2, 3, B -M -C
Am
M -E, Bob Marvelous,
I'm a artist and novelist
Em
Full of danger like a bullet chamber
G
Came this far, up the party,
Em
Where the ball party is,
Am
I'm a star like Bob Marley is
Watch a car parkin'
and while you shoppin'
F
Em
Target, have your car targeted
Am
to blow you up and your car
startin' it
We start arguing,
C
F
I take a blade and then sharpen it
Am
Like good fellas stab you in
the trunk
on your car, carping it
The other theory,
G
the life of this brother's scary
Em
It's blessed like your mother
Am
is mar rying God, fathering it
C
My album release date on your forehead,
Am
For marketing, found guilty
to have the president pardon it
C
Your arms too short to box with God,
G
get dropped and scarred
Em
F#m
And ball for ball,
Am
I'm too smart for y 'all to spar with it
Bringing back bars,
C
F
you're involved with it,
But the bottom of the problem
Am
is y 'all part of it
Free!
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