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Verse 1
Am 
Yeah, you know what you get
when you put esoteric
with blackers standing out of space
F 
That's strictly pharaoh
Em 
business right there
Am 
So put your hands on the fucking table,
word up
Yes, yes, y 'all, who rocked the best?
It's the BLAC
Play the script without rockin' a vest
F 
Em 
I'm sa luted in the hood where I'm from
Am 
In a spot where most of these rap niggas
really can't come
Movin' slow in an M3,
feelin' like B .I .G.
Yellow gold Christ,
Em 
the eyes made of rubies
And like Bobby Fischer,
D 
strategical moves, B
Am 
Some play hard,
but still lose the game
Especially when they chasing money,
bitches and fame
At the bodega, dope in the back,
crack in the front
F 
Em 
Some throw crack and they blunt,
exhale,
Am 
smooth as string of bell
High class clientele took an indie deal
And then I blew off of that shit
That's like flippin' eight
Em 
balls to bricks
Grinding hard with
D 
the wisdoms of Master Farod
Em 
Am 
I trap at the bo  dega like
I trap in the yard
Corner store, nice ricochet
Off a stack of more, back and forth
Em 
Wordplay, niggas trappin' up for war
F 
Black scully with the black thermal,
Em 
niggas off in mad purple
Am 
Symbolism's in again,
the villains in them faster murkin'
My circle of thieves is stirrin' your peace
My version of beef is heated
to alertin' degrees
Em 
My earth is the feast,
D 
every continent is my condiment
Am 
And every consonant is lookin'
for a vowel to compliment
I'm complex and you can tell
if you had common sense
That's not rap shit,
gotta make some kinda sense
F 
I'm a mess if you ain't
Em 
noticed by now though
Am 
My foul flow is up there
where the clouds go
The crowd go ape shit when the
curtain open
Beethoven, bar count, bounce,
Em 
I emerge with a potion
But tomorrow, man,
D 
it's back to the concrete
Em 
The block that made me,
Am 
to help me define street
Comin' from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grindin',
G 
add it to the struggle
F 
Walkin' over puddles,
Em 
dodgin' all the raindrops
Am 
Trouble in the waters and it's on
us to the GameStop
Comin' from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grindin',
Em 
add it to the struggle
Walkin' over puddles,
D 
dodgin' all the raindrops
Em 
Trouble in the waters and it's on
us to the GameStop
Am 
Bodega rap, dutchie in a quart of water
Young bull outside,
F 
lookin' like he wanna slaughter
Em 
I got the potent product,
Am 
I fulfill them orders
Fifty grand,
right through the custom borders
Give us a little room,
while you order boners
These are our last days,
Em 
but can't nobody harm us
D 
Use a little buzz, I'm a mushroom cloud
Am 
Em 
Am 
I'm a nuclear warhead
that will hunt you down
Port -a -rockin' proud,
Port -a -rocks is loud
Speak easy, drink liquor,
Em 
F 
Port -a -rocks right out
Em 
Put thoughts in the paper,
thoughts in the spaceship
Am 
Parallel universe got me
caught in a matrix
Based out, I can't get back to the basics
So it's back to the future,
Em 
where we hustle off bass kicks
D 
We in a land of the lost,
don't try to trace this
Em 
My  proof of thought so big
Am 
you couldn't taste it, pause
Murderous Messiah rap,
find me in the streets
Like a tire track,
G 
I ain't talkin' Detroit stats
F 
When I be sayin' y some
Em 
line sacks of shit
Am 
My entire track's a fire trap
We mic'd up like wiretaps
I attack like a vampire,
that's the reason
Y 'all be skittin' off the scene
Em 
It's E .S. and A .O .T .P.'s the team
D 
and we always connect
Am 
Watch out on the speed dial,
playin' on the text
Got an iPhone app for an iPhone app
In rap, I'm self -made like the Gatalog
F 
And the only time you cheat up,
Em 
when Stu dio Time's freed up
Am 
My people will beat the beat up,
I'm evil, you better read up
We shittin' up on your hood
and we leavin' the fuckin' seat up
Y 'all don't wanna meet up
Em 
unless y 'all can call your fleet up
D 
A .O .T .P. will heat the street up
Em 
You got beef, you better speak up
We tear your team in half,
Am 
shake the league up
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grindin',
add it to the struggle
F 
Walkin' over puddles,
Em 
dodgin' all the raindrops
Am 
Trouble in the waters
and it's on us till the game stop
Comin' from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grindin',
Em 
add it to the struggle
Walkin' over puddles,
D 
dodgin' all the raindrops
Am 
Trouble in the waters and it's on us
till the game stop