Key: Eb major•
Verse 1
D
Cm
Fm
Eb
M .I .C.
Bb
Eb
Cm
M .I .C.
G
Eb
Gm
I'm not pumping day light soul,
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
Fm
F
Eb
instead of making bread that left dead
Eb
Gm
D
I rest heads to bed like
club head get wise
Gm
Cm
Realize that sometimes
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
Eb
Strap kick, dick sticks, built like dick sticks
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
Eb
Cm
Flame brother, either father,
brother, king or mix
Fm
F
Eb
But you're dope as shit,
Bb
Eb
you dick, I stick niggas up
my victims are handpicked
Eb
D
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
F
Eb
Bb
A young star, my fall, that's up the bar
Eb
D
No matter who you are,
I'll be ready to spar
Gm
D
Cause the mic is a crowbar,
the microphone all -star
Eb
Cm
D
Grim's a diehard, chill on the boulevard
D
St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
gold to silverware
Fm
I
You the fuck on my path,
Eb
D
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
Fm
F
you don't want no dealers with me
the fuck on my path,
Eb
Cm
D
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
Cm
F
Eb
Relentless pain, no novocaine I drill like a dentist,
couldn't prevent this
Bb
Eb
D
Heart like cement tape, musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
Fm
Eb
But the words you heard,
Bb
Cm
Eb
I meant this I designed this shape, I bent this track
D
Eb
To the drawing board, it was a joke
Fm
F
Eb
overlord, overlord soul
Bb
Eb
Catch the wave like coke,
Eb
D
Stompin' the streets, I tear up clubs
Eb
Bb
A frog brings sales like a bag of chips
Eb
D
When a rapper try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
Eb
D
Cm
that's when I write my baddest shit
Fm
Eb
Then I lock like a pick on the paper
Eb
Cm
musical raper
Cm
Gm
Sharp like a nail clipper
Cm
Eb
I'm bigger than both of the dippers
Cm
D
I'll go deeper than flipper
Eb
Cm
But when it come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
Eb
D
Eb
D
Huh, y 'all just little whippersnappers
Eb
D
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
Bb
Eb
Cm
D
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
Eb
D
The final chapter, no more laughter
Cm
Fm
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
Bb
Eb
Gm
All rhymes are lost by the
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
Cm
All the place, all the person I chase face
Fm
Eb
So walk, and don't try to
Eb
Cm
I don't discriminate,
Reaper hates
Cm
All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path
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