Key: Ab major•
Verse 1
I'm about that rhyme
Cannabis and terminology,
two of hip -hop's top chiefs,
Dbm
Cannabis, lyrically fit, terminology's bent
A million bars, verse 16 start like this
A rack of bars laid stacked on the floor
above the doors of the Bombay
I could drop bombs all day,
Any place, any muscles, they all ate
What up, he -ho?
built by Lockheed on the East Coast
moment you lose
With cold, clammy, gelatin hands
Research and develop the plan
E
Ab
Cause now everybody hollerin'
Hip -hop ain't bringin' the dollars in
Y 'all niggas can't fuck with Jermaine
You can't verify the shit that he claim
E
Ab
Just a man in the Matrix
E
Gb
I stand by my statements
They erase it
You hear the army snare drum roll
The beat tolls
Strap a microphone round my chest
Like a saxophone
White hot speech
Black bop beats
You listening to hip -hop's
cheats
Terminology, what's the prophecy?
Show em how you got the
right to rock with me
Boy, you better fry that beat
The ones who kept your heart racing
like a pound of speed
E
Ab
The ones who bodied anybody
that was on the scene
The ones who never sold
out like Condoleezza
E
Ab
On their young peeps
The big night packing, windpipe slashing
Big pipe blasting,
keep mine stashing my designer jeans
E
Gb
The truth is this, for you stupid pricks
A celebrated crucifix
it's like you moving bricks
I sold way too,
elegant, heresy, rhetoric
These rap dudes ain't
Nah, fuck that, you'll bust
I've been looking for someone
After I crush that
I got this shit locked like Middleton
Ab
You fake motherfuckers is weak and ignorant
I speak deliberately at you
E
Dbm
for the ruger clap you
Let the bullets catch you,
why would I shake your hand?
We got beef like Red Sox
and Yankee fans
Before I shake your man
and cut back his face
I levitate my soul up to the pearly gates
in for a kill again
Should I just pray for my sins?
No convertible, no face in the wind
Just a basement, some gin
Ab
You wanna act macho, I got a Glock so big
It'll blow your fucking
Ab
E
Gb
You lost souls, only worry bout a canto
split like a rock show
I love to see the slugs boil your skin
E
Ab
This ain't no boys to men,
none of that soft shit
Even stronghold cats know
I'm a diamond in the rough
Goopy bitches,
E
Gb
sound a little rough
how I line them up
Ab
After that, you can find them in the trunk
Ten pussycats bleedin'
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Ab
like that time of the month
Metaphorically,
ain't nobody as raw as me
But more importantly,
Just some Hannibal Leck
Ab
E
The question cannot bust,
rapper you know with no handgun
but I got a devilish grin
Original man with devilish skin
E
Ab
I put the blade to your face,
put a clef in your chin
You feel you dustin' the wind
and steppin' the ring
But, you know you got a better chance
seeing
Cannabis and Wyclef connecting again
I cut the net off the rim
E
Gb
and hold the trophy up
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAb E Dbm Gb
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Dbm
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Capo: 1
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