Tonalidad: B minor
Verse 1
Am
C#m
Yeah, yeah, mic check,
Am
one -two, one -two, one -two, yeah.
Turn me up a little bit, Bryn.
C
C#m
Yeah, mic check, one -two, one -two.
Dm
Am
C
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
C#m
I like to say I specialize in rhyming,
you recognized in time.
I train till I'm in pain,
I exercise my mind.
Am
I effortlessly write,
C
Am
my weapons would be the night,
E
C
so please be ware of them
C#m
Walk up in the fight club
in 8 ounce white gloves and
leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat
soon as Preem prepares one
C
Pick and choose my punches,
Am
walk away with minimal lumps
C
Pivotin' around the vocal
C#m
booth and trunks
Back you off me like a boxer,
nigga I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker
with the chopper
C
Am
Knock away your tooth, do the rockaway
C
or I will raze your roof
C#m
Rest in peace to proof,
he probably rollin' over in his grave
If niggas poisonin' this name,
then misfortunes are the fortune
and the fame
C
I'm too cocky to hit 5
Am
'9 and preen
C#m
C
The new Rocky and Mick,
C#m
the dollar signs go ding Preen cut
This where your heart at, bitch
C
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
Am
C
C#m
You don't know this, damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This where your heart at, bitch
C
Somethin' you don't wanna
C#m
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
C
You go away like swelling with pellets
G#m
Am
C
From the thorn where it's yelling at you
C#m
Near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
and I ain't talking with no water bottle
Am
Sit outside your house creeping
G#m
Am
Come out and spit out
C
your mouthpiece
C#m
And I skid out to South Beach
Fuck your talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand up guy,
yes I'm up for the challenge
C
Up cause of balance,
Am
from tying my shoestrings to
C#m
C
gether when I was young
F
And busting the cannon
C#m
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
C
And I ain't talking bout Jacob and
G#m
Johnny the jeweler
E
C
I'm talking bout letting the fakers
C#m
hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that,
I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing
Tips fill the brain
C
It's like watching a movie,
Am
but I don't make those
G#m
C
I just make the credits roll,
C#m
after I'm Oliver Stone, I'm the pedestal
F
C#m
You stand on me, I'ma flip you, pit bull
Put your hands on me, I'ma sick you
Am
It's true, you not so hard,
C
Am
I'm sensing you puss
C
As soon as you drop your guard,
C#m
in comes the hook
F
C#m
Pring, cut Cut
Dm
This, this where your heart at, bitch
Am
C
Something you don't wanna battle with
Am
C
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
C#m
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this, this where your heart at,
Dm
bitch
C#m
Something you don't
C
wanna battle with
Am
C
Damn, I'm great
Outro 1
Dm
C#m
Dm
Am
C
Dm
C#m
Dm
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