Code Check chords by People Under The Stairs

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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Mike check,
three, two, three
Two
K's, then grab the mic
and I'm about to begin
It goes mic check, three, two, three
That's one, don't put it down,
I got a pad and a pen
It's like mic check, three, two, three
Pressing heights is the place
is where you're about to begin
Yo, mic check, three, two, three
The people under the stage from
L .A., so don't bother
MoFunk for your dollar,
the peak, deliver up
Making science discuss from
this lyrical drug bust
Kicking doors in, talking you down,
getting some info
Turnin' our stage monitors
like lights with an info
I'm black with some more hot
boxin' material
Providin' necessities
like your favorite cereal
A double dose of vitamin
K to get em' open, oh shit
I'm bout to pose,
photographer caught me smokin'
Chokin' on a buff spliff,
got the gift unravelin'
The ink hit the tree,
now I proceed to get mad at it
A guy spottin' another
guy eatin' pork
That's a foul, like a rhyme when
I heard it the first time
Talkin' bout you is drunk,
that's a poor excuse
The news is getting tired of my head
G 
It's getting louder
F 
Your life's gonna expire
Messing with the trouble maker
We the fantastic
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F 
Taking measures that's drastic
Run up and get your ass kicked
Not known for joking
Just leaving with the smoking
And
DJ's needles broken
Cross the line and watch your time run out
Like hostages
Hold up, hold up
Wait a
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And when I die you'll have
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to tie a mic to my chin
The dark alley drink of
BD
Smoking and some gin
Self hair cutting conversation
Butting in
Peruvian
I am
I'll probably never die, man
Just take it on a limb
Travel across the land in a van
filled with 33's
Bumpin'
Gary
Bontz with double cables trees
Lookin' for some house party stars
Rollin' through the door
and high fives to the beat
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In this vast metropolis, no better
F 
MC's exist than us
Quick to bust in the midst
of lack of lyrical fitness
G 
F 
I  like both suck,
flabby rhymes for wack times
Support fat dimes, don't rock shines
The beats hit like
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F 
Vietcong landmines
Remove a leg,
it's history on mystery labels
It's intertwined in the vinyl's
double helix
Cybercats with more tricks than
Felix in the bag and got a new one
So when I see a
MC I don't hesitate to do him for fun
I give him stun like licking
a live wire froze up
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And I suppose what we drop
F 
might blow up
And you admire that and I co -wire
that message like some money
But what's funny is it's not about that
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F 
Just shaving this shit down
to the cream of the crop
That's why the double
K I hear to save the sub
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culture hip hop
Come on, come on, come on, come on, on, come on, come come come come come on, come on, come on, come come come come on, come come on,
G 
F 
come on, come on, come come on, come on, come come come come come on, come on, on, on, come on, on, on, come come on, on, come
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
c'mon, c'mon, yeah
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,