Tonalidad: A minor
Verse 1
Am
F
G
Em
G
Am
This is
the end of the end,
so I'll pretend to pen
F
G
my heartfelt condolences
Am
But truth be told I've grown immune to what will soon
F
G
become just superficial showmanship
Am
These are the times for the
rebels and renegades,
F
for heavens to be reserved for the
G
deserving and not the sage
Am
Where writers are celebrated
in favor of entertainers
F
and freedom of one's expression
G
ain't threatened by record labels
Am
I'm not the one,
I'm one of a million voices
F
endangered by radio stations
G
playing it just for paper
Am
I'm say ing I could decimate the
F
best of your popular players
with lyrical patents taken
G
from my imagination
Am
They call me shot rock
cuz I'm hard -knocked
for the alcohol.
F
So don't forget the dash
G
I know you cannot call me Stacy
Am
I got space you know you vomit in
commas and commas vomit
F
you prop it in lowercase
G
with all my universal state
Am
States when the lights off
and the curtain close.
I'm still here.
F
No hype just pure dope.
G
No smoke. No mirrors
Em
G
I'm still woke,
Am
when the cock crows and the glock blows
I'm still clear,
F
rhymes sounding like real hope
G
Em
Third eye stay open like
G
Am
F
the lid broke
G
Em
G
Am
This is the music of the next generations
F
Of secular nations
G
invaded by gods of terrestrial nature
Am
Remove your shoes
and come in peace
Or we'll be forced to use
F
our weapons of language
G
As tools of effective intimidation
Am
Oh, and while I'm at
it, I'm adding a tax
F
to get half of the oxygen wasted
G
Am
on spaceship bodies occupying
Cause while you suffocated me
for all these years,
F
I kept my cool and now we're proving
G
that this ain't a world
Am
for patiently waiting
Now it's time for standing ovation
F
G
This revolution in 200 words or less,
behold for revelations
Am
I'm taking out crews
F
and removing the tattoo in your movement
My roster gon' read
G
Am
like a who's who in the news, it's abusive
I know I'm a bullet with knives,
I can't go round for round
F
like a pugilist leaving you
G
Toothless days ain't stupid, but
Am
You gon' learn a day
for testin' me
without your proof
F
An d spit it, go poop
G
before the splatter hit your naked pupil
Am
When the lights off, and the curtain close
F
I'm still here, no hype, just pure dope
G
Em
G
No smoke, no mirrors, I'm still woke
Am
When the cock crows,
and the glock blows
I'm still clear,
F
rhymes soundin' like real hope
G
Em
Third eye stay open like the lid
G
Am
F
broke
G
Em
G
Am
Now you remember the genius
born in December
F
Sworn to defend the honor
G
of poets born of a gender
Am
Not to be arrogant,
F
but I swear I'll repair the game
with just two words until
G
my opening sentence
Am
I'm hop ing you finish,
I'm stoking your remnants
Em
like smoking with embers
F
And watching your dreams
G
decompose in the frickin' cinders
Am
We, the people, hold these truths
to be self -evident
F
Evidence in the form of letters
G
strung together into excellence
Am
Now I'm a little cocky,
got a bit of Gavi in me
F
Got you red, black,
and green with envy,
G
that's your brother with me
Am
Honestly, I can't help
that I'm kind of this music genre
F
G
As long as you understand that I prom
Am
ise to be no trauma victims
So we can call the truth
for all the times
F
you tried to boost my self -style
G
And pass it off like you was cut from
Champion Claw
Am
Cause I'm the king of queens
and now that I am crown supreme
F
I trust that you'll be graceful
let's call it honor system
Am
When the lights off and the curtain close
F
I'm still here, no hype, just pure dope
G
Em
No smoke, no mir rors,
G
I'm still woke, woke
Am
When the cock crows,
and the glock blows,
I'm still clear,
F
rhymes soundin' like the real ho
G
Em
G
Am
Third eye stay open like the lid broke
F
This is the lyrical manifesto
G
Crafted by the architects
Em
of the rap universe
G
Remember it well
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