Tonart: C# minor
Intro 1
Am
F
Am
Verse 1
Am
Em
All right, underground climber,
Am
F
this is the new line of niggas, fight your way through.
If you're not ready to lose,
may I suggest that you let us the fuck through.
Everybody clap your hands now,
tear the walls down
Dance like
Rudy
Huxtable, scoring a touchdown
Am
You know, hands in the air,
knees in, knees out
Drop a little cymbal on him this time
I'm down
Let's go
Em
Am
Em
Alright, ten years deep,
and my tenure's still deep
Em
I don't like when phrases repeat
Am
I meant that a decade's almost
passed since baseball was released
And I'm struggling, still hustling to eat
I must be built with adamantium skin
Em
While y 'all motherfuckers
Am
weigh your flesh thin
Em
With your heart poking through on your arms,
stupid
Am
Dropped more bongs than on
Em
Am
Em
Saddam's house, unarmed
Am
Em
My mouth's a weapon,
Am
I shout and an armed guard's steppin'
Didn't mean to get loud, no disrespect
But you know the jeans were a
threat to your checks
Niggas' hearts burnin', no pride, no sex
Em
Am
Stop the attack, your neck's back
Em
Am
It's gettin' hotter with
every drop in the tracks
G
And now I finally got some haters,
I'll still be here after all this shit is done,
said, and gone
Am
I'm imploring you to quit
Em
Am
fuckin' the game up
Em
Am
Em
Before it fucks all of ya
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Watch these niggas start to
run soon as I hit the track
Am
Em
Walk in the sack, eyes low like
Am
Krista, cap and flow
Go get cash and throw
they guns like official
Nas
I'm trash, livin' niggas hard,
quick, fast, like
Tintinaz
Em
Diamond cut lyrics so sharp,
the spit split the glass
Am
Em
Your mouth right in the check that you asked,
they ain't quick to cast
Am
Scream at how you quick to shoot,
Em
Am
don't even know the screenplay
Niggas rap in black and white,
I rap in shade to
Jean
Grey
Em
Sick of niggas lickin' boots,
I pick and choose my battles
Am
When I spit the truth, it's hot,
Em
like the pride that moved the cattle
Am
Y 'all don't really want no beef,
that's too real
You want feel, you baby sheep hangin'
in the air to tenderize the meat
Meat?
G
F
I don't like the taste,
this shit's gamey
Like magazines tellin'
lies to start wars like
Dick
Cheney
Am
They suck so they losin'
they flavor like now and later
Is when I bust the niggas
runnin' through the hills like
Al
Qaeda
Where you goin' run?
Em
Where you goin' to run?
Am
Where you goin' to run?
Where you goin' to run?
Em
Am
Em
Where you goin' to run?
Am
Where you going to run,
Em
where you going to run?
Am
Em
She lacks delivery, really nigga?
Am
I pack rap symmetry and send
Am
Why y egging me, for sure
Gene is synonymous with chivalry
Open doors, but I step through first
Em
Test the waters and I'm peeing them
Got no net worth,
Am
Em
but now everyone's a rapper
And everyone I'll shoot you dead
Am
Only lead I stay strapped
Am
It's sharp pencil that's ripe
but it can stab you rapid
It's all ass backwards,
you're all mall performers, actors
What do?
Come on, let's race to where the cash is
You get mauled like
Roy, I'm an altar boy
Em
Am
I'll jet through you like a jet -blue flight,
I'm unemployed
G
F
You're still scared to touch me
I got occasional rap leprosy,
face green ugly
Am
I'm chasing all you club bunnies and racing you,
tackling you down
Take your money when your
chest on the ground
I know it's foul, but it's gonna do now
Em
Am
Where you going to run?
Em
Am
Where you going to run?
Where you going to run?
Em
Am
Where you going to run?
Em
Am
Where you going to run?
Where you going to run?
Em
Am
Where you going to
Em
Am
Em
run?
Where
Where
I think it's time you gave it up I
think it's time you gave it up
F
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