Tonalidad: B minor
Verse 1
Am
MC's don't like my styling,
cause they can't do no better.
I said
MC's don't like my styling,
cause they can't do no better.
D
Am
D
Ooh, shots of glass.
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Am
Farty people move your body,
everybody embrace
D
Sound so beautiful,
Am
don't you agree with the pre cision of a punch landing?
D
Him slap you heavy -handed,
Am
my hip -hop is top -stock
D
Play with a peg -leg, arm -furl,
Am
mandible rifle
D
Razzlin' tongue and leash out their bay only
Am
by the gates of teeth
D
Regarded with reverence,
Am
defying definition
My engine never ran,
D
and we're first riveting
Am
D
With variety, a riot of colors
Am
My world and my words, no hype, man
D
Just me on the mic stand
Am
when I'm enticing the mic
D
You never forget, like riding a bike route
Am
Is the agony of an instinct
D
when dimples with a gimmick
Am
Set morals cold,
SOS distress
D
Am
Cause short -lived derivatives digress,
D
I'm just depressed
Stretch of endurance,
Am
the syntax is tense
D
But while threatened minds
Am
of non -believers say
D
He ain't ill, he's incoherent
Am
He's only new in the stylish ap
D
proach of his appearance
Am
Your faith is intangible,
D
Aaron's still breathing
Am
Only religion,
A
D
the fate of my own design
Am
I make my living from a pen
A
D
Cause I threw all my eggs in one basket
Am
A
Now I'm fucking their hands,
D
and you can
Am
Get up, get up, I zip the letter, I ski
D
I'm too quiet, can't hear a pinch,
Am
A
I turn the volume on my shit, I'm shit up
D
Am
Get up, get up, unzip the lip, I see we're up, I'm too quiet,
D
can't hear a pinch, I turn the volume on my shit, I'm shit up
F#
D
E
F#
D
Out my
face with no permission,
Am
thoughts fly without feathers
D
Am
Pockets, gettin' their weight up, tearin' trails like paper,
D
not so easily shred
Am
So strut the dress code
or claw your eyes out
D
Am
Not out of vanity, but for humanity
D
Am
Made to create, I'm duty bound by fate
D
You look the part but not built for
Am
this pedal to the floor
A
D
Straight past you, blurs in my windshield,
Am
evaporate in my rearview
D
Constraint your calligraphy as
Am
if I clean your ring with a bullet
D
But ain't for your heart,
Am
a small target
D
Lavender, lip -wristed,
Am
your lyrics are frail
A
D
You're not holdin' the mic
Am
right but read your mic
D
Freakin' out on tour, I'm far from home
Am
Too grown to sleep alone for
D
being super -superb -supreme
Am
D
It's obvious, like a cold sore,
Am
who they applaudin' for
D
They want more of the diamond jaw consistently,
Am
I shock and awe
D
So fuck friends, I need ends,
Am
my only devotion's to a band
D
I threw all my eggs in one basket,
Am
A
D
now I'm fuckin' their hands so you can
Am
Get up, get up, unzip the letter,
I skewer it, but I'm too quiet
D
Am
Can't hear a pinge, I turn the volume up,
my shit up, shit up
D
Am
Get up, get up, unzip the letter,
I skewer it, but I'm too quiet
Can't hear a pinge, I turn the volume up,
D
my shit up, shit up
Am
D
Am
D
Am
D
Shards shards of glass, shards of glass,
Am
D
Am
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Am
shards of glass
D
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tomorrow's out.
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