Key: C minor
Intro 1
Abm
Verse 1
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Verse 2
stop fighting that feeling
Abm
Let me entertain you
And interphase you, with the new sound
Sound is the side and
the Phar is the cyde
And no matter who you are,
you know you can't hide
Not from the eyes of the sun
or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are
(Da- na- na- na)
Come in, and commence to the
sound of my drumming
Verse 3
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
Abm
stop fight ing that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
stop fight ing that feeling
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that
Ebm
Abm
bullshit, stop fight ing that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
stop fighting that feeling
Abm
Time to go all
Verse 4
the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare
or play with it
Cause we're committed to
the seeds of the new breeds
The mothership of dreams where fiends
breast feed
Step through reality into reality
So surreal you'll feel you
Ebm
Abm
never knew reality
Ebm
Abm
Until it stood still now
your far from a lie
Ebm
When the truth tantalizes your
Abm
eyes, see we already in the skies
Or outer space,
standing here on the face of this earth
Ebm
To the state to the grid of my turf
Abm
Where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves
Ebm
Be it small to others, but yo,
it's bigger than love
Abm
They did a cross examination
of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our
relations through translations
That's not the ticket
Breaking codes in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get down to the specifics
Verse 5
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
Abm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
Abm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
Abm
stop fighting that feel ing
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop
Ebm
Abm
fighting that feeling
Verse 6
Abm
Yo, when money talks fools
are always checkin'
Depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced,
blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hindrance
for them to rise
When they going to recognize,
Ebm
time waits for no man
Eb
Abm
When you going to stand and
Get up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
Abm
and stop fighting that feeling?
Verse 7
Abm
Now let me change the topic just a bit
Ebm
Talk about the ips with the fat
Abm
ass and tits
Comin' to the club,
looking for a star
Ebm
Ain't got ten dollars for a drink
Abm
at the bar
Scoping around,
looking for the best dressed
Ebm
Abm
Smelling for the indo passing
Ebm
up the stress
Abm
Gm
Sniff sniff, yo, what does the ip smell?
Abm
Ebm
A brother like Suave with a
Abm
pocket that swell
Action was thrown, the ip was blown
Next thing you know,
I had her at my home!
Gm
Abm
All alone, object to get paid
Eb
Only thing that happened
Abm
was a ass got laid!
Now no ends and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue,
but believe I'm well hung
So lesson well learned for all
you club hopping hoes
Ebm
It ain't about the stardom and it
Abm
ain't about the dough, so
Verse 8
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Ebm
Abm
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Gm
Abm
Gm
Abm
stop fighting that feeling
Gm
Abm
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Gm
Gm
stop fighting that feeling
Abm
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