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12 chords by Heistclick

  • Em

  • D

  • Am

Verse 1
Em
D
Em
1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
D
Em
1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
If you can't talk the talk,
then you can't walk the walk
D
Em
Those that don't know better
end up outlined in chalk
D
Em
I'm calm, cool, collected,
undisputed, never tested
My style's deep -rooted
through the mic I manifested
D
Em
Wait a second, never second my guests
Better check it,
better never raise my level of stress
Don't let me mention you're my style,
so who's cooler than yours?
Get on the floor,
who in the world wouldn't run
when we kick in the door?
I got all eyes open
when I move in slow motion
People listen when I'm talking
cause I'm smooth like Danny Ocean
I'm that cool cat, swinging it back
Make you relax, so take a deep breath
Try not to run, just slide back
It feels so right, make it precise,
like face nice
It's the heist life,
teaching your verse to talk right
You just a motor mouth,
we ride tracks like dirt bikes
You're damn right, we walk hard,
you'll walk light
Watch the 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
Watch the 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
Am
Em
10, 11, 12
D
Two turntables, MC's to go nuts
Em
When I roll up,
you kiss my converse like I was shown up
D
Em
Time to grow up,
we're walking while you're crawling
D
Em
On all fours with more force
So I'm makin' sure we make it at all costs
I learn from the boss,
show my confidence, stayin' strong
My thing's long, swingin' like Vince Vaughn
I don't sing songs,
I rhyme in steps, not for less
Your style's bootlegging,
Am
Em
your Nikes got no checks
Look at us now,
we're as cool as the other
side of the pillow
See we're different,
we're gettin' higher,
bitch ass, just get slow
You're reachin' for the stars,
which means you're reachin' for us
You're ridin' mass transit,
we got keys to our tour bus
No more fuss, in this heist,
click, we trust
Another hater down,
another one bites the dust
We so cool, makin' you
feel like you owe us
Like the twelve girls waitin' backstage
so they can blow us
I miss the cool in this gang,
it's got you sweatin' on floors
D
Em
Let's get with the cause,
now we're walkin' like
we're Reservoir Doors
D
Em
I'm Mr. Face, man,
D
walkin' through space without a trace, man
Em
A pinball arcade wizard,
a blizzard up on the stage, man
I make fans, so superstars take notes
D
Em
You scapegoats,
we leave ya hangin' like raincoats
Yo, my fame grows,
you still spittin' the same clothes
D
Em
In plain clothes, yo,
we robbin' the stagecoach
D
Em
Let's make a toast
to everybody that's with us
D
Em
Put your cups up,
D
but fuck everyone that dissed us
Em
It's a stick up, crash the party,
pick the chicks up
D
Em
All 12 chicks went down
and 6 left with hiccups
D
Em
It's good to be the king,
D
I see you got the joker face
Em
I'm not your buddy,
I'm the jack of all trades,
the smoking ace
See I'm a superstar,
watch me party like all night
D
Em
See we're the real deal,
Em
time to kiss the game goodnight
Em
Em
Watch the 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,
Outro 1
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Em
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