Acordes de Never Slipping
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Tonalidad: B minor
Intro 1
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The
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only
defense against the world
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It's a thorough knowledge of it
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So tap in,
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you at the gates of hell
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I'm nobody's child, I was raised by eagles
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I took to the sky, to scope them signals
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A lyrical obsession,
a west side poet
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Arriving a chopper when
the feds is known
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But they watching,
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but can't figure it out
What I got going on
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with these sinister songs
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On a full moon, black magic scent
The massive force,
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hit you dead in your chest
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Like a blow mold,
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you make the choice
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You already know it's
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that notorious voice
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Evil women, try to bring me down
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Cause I get more wretches
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with this gangster sound
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On my own terms, it's how I done it
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I brung wool, line em up and run it,
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wonk, run it
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In the drum, this whole fuckin' game
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just belong to one
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Immortal Albums, I'm the rapture
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I snatch you, your soul get captured,
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ceremony
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At the lodge, tattooed born,
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about to get this collage
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The first ven geance, I keep it active
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No holiday, when you got that traffic,
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don't judge me
Yo man, who's this?
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Cuz so blast, boy I'm loyal to the trap
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Jumper wears a glass, pop gas
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Is that the shit or is mine?
Tune in to, the setting is remote
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But it gets to you, undisclosed
I ain't shoutin'
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I stream my service, I be jumpin' sick
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Form informants, I'm a nightmare
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Damn right
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When I wage assaults,
GVI on a threat
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Glad we never met, I disobeyed it
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Over a hundred bodies
The myth that I pushed
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Got him walking like zombies
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American Zombie Fear
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The spectacle of fearsome acts
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Somebody steals from me
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I cut off his hands
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He offends me
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I cut off his tongue
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He rises against me.
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I cut off his head, stick it on a pike,
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raise it high up
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so all in the streets can see.
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That's what preserves
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the order of things.
Fear.

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