Blah Blah (Radio) chords by Mike Ladd

SimplifiedC · B · Cm · Eb · F

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Intro 1

Verse 1
C 
I slam emcees like trees,
slap
Michael
Kennedys and
Sonny
Boner
B 
My beats are so nice,
C 
I turn demos into promos
Burn out your phone or jacket,
B 
still be grounded
C 
I'm his brightest anti -aircraft flak,
over
Baghdad and
Iraq
Like hyperkinetic tensions,
infiltrating enzymes on a daily basis
Upsetting cell structures,
turning three -year -olds on swing sets into races
Spacious banks, press resetting,
practice digital segregation, aka redlining
Bill
Gates is in hell with a whip,
y 'all can keep climbing
So why we hook and grapple?
Steve
Jobs, rats, brains,
and pink skin for a whole new kind of scrapple
Bill
Clinton's got an apple on
my head and a bonus hand
He's blind as a motherfucker,
slime suckers suck
World
Bank's magma out of
ATMs
Giving back to
Frites, meant for
Ethiopians, to the super friends
For a lesbian wedding, between
Wonder
Woman and
Barbarella
Rockefeller resurrects himself with
afterlife ploning from pubic hair on
Coke cans
Just to keep the pus flowing
out the superstructure
From here to
Spokane, we can
Make it if we want to, got to,
get over the sleepy, sleepy
From
Maryland,
Manchester, millionaire,
B 
C 
cause the whole damn world is creepy
Everybody knows exactly
what this problem is
The only thing is that we still
just talking shit
Everyone knows the nation's
in some dodo shit
The fuck, the fuck are we
gonna do?
Everybody knows what this
nation's problem is
The only thing is that all
we do is keep talking shit
If everyone knows that the
nation's in some sort of misery
I still ask, what the fuck are we gonna do?
I pour ablutions for new solutions
Rerooting the 66 to triple 6
2 and 80 times 2 for quick 360
Observation of the nation swirling you and I
We can play tiny ball man
if we want to, got to
Get it up like
John
Holmes and
T .T.
Boyle
Chasing lane and say,
break a tooth or two
I'm mystic of my ball
Keep my feet on the ground and
my soul to the stars
We're living a post start
of the after future
Super duper diggy diggy dope
New scenarios are in store like
Big
Bird and
Mr.
Hoopers
Future loopers,
see cause feats full like
Spiderman
Taking life shit, stinking,
making that shit smell like peppermint
Proceed to shine and see
Men in hindi cabbies know that they be as
black as we have to be
Transculturally intermingled,
but shit's a different world, baby
Ain't got no time,
ain't got no time for living simple
B 
Everybody knows exactly what
C 
these nations' problems is
The only problem is that we still
only just talking shit
Everyone knows that this
nation's in doodoo
But I'm asking,
Cm 
Eb 
C 
what the fuck are we gonna do?
10 ,000 years before
Jesus was born, porn came in a million different forms,
the primary
F 
being war, get ready for one more,
C 
the problem is we don't even know our shit, even though
F 
Tim
C 
McVay already started it,
flow comes and goes like
Calvin
Klein ads, I'm raving fast
Like potato sack jeans and trash
bags with neon lights
The resurrection of freestyle bikes
Most common name in
America is
Mike
And we all pissed off
Including the
Michels, all bells with heat swelves
That knows me no better, aka
There's more to life than
J .Crew sweaters and fancy feet
And I'm no pet of the government
and neither are you
B 
That's why life is like the
Wheel of
Fortune
C 
And we ain't just spinning for clues
But what's our direction?
We are far beyond problem dissection
Critique is a rotten frog in a 12th
grade science section
Class, it's time to bust ass
But how?
My spirit's the earth and
my soul is the planet
Ah, everybody knows what
the nation's problem is
The only problem is we
B 
C 
B 
still only talkin' shit
C 
All we doin' is swirlin' in a noodle
But I'm askin',
what the fuck are you gonna do?
Everybody knows exactly what
the nation's problem is
All we doin' is stuck here
fuckin' talkin' shit
All I'm wonderin' is we
all in this noodle
What the fuck?
What the fuck are we gonna
do?
WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
C 
Lover