Databreaker chords by Beans

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Intro 1

Yes,

Verse 1
F 
yes, y 'all,
Mr.
Ballbeam is back
Ab 
Obviously,
F 
you love what you're hearin'
You snuck around past the first track
It's the
Data
Breaker,
Elite
Womb
Raider
Ab 
F 
Wicked with words,
sellin' little blind boys pets
Am 
F 
Dead birds dancin' on tongues,
G 
F 
phonetically carried on
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F 
Air out the mouth as long as breath permits
G 
Am 
F 
If earth is a   jail,
then music's how I'll serve my life
Am 
F 
Sittin' pro -trottin' and well -dressed,
ain't no sex obsessed
King of the moment, I own it, never ran
Ab 
With traffic, my thoughts
F 
are your future
Narrative acid,
Barracuda, four -beam bazooka
Switch place, syntax so harmonious
Thread through convection,
eclectic, varied repertoire
All to frames, what with the obvious,
approximate pain
Hoey
Ab 
F 
Helen buried your name, nobody came
B 
G 
If you don't want pity,
F 
then don't volunteer to be a victim
If you want constructive criticism,
G 
then stop rhymin'
F 
It's a...
Data
Breaker
Data
Breaker
Data
Breaker
Data
E 
F 
Breaker
It's a...
Data
Am 
Breaker
F 
Data
Breaker
Data
Breaker
Data
G 
F 
Breaker
G 
Got no limits cause time is a  magazine
Ab 
F 
Never measure the eyes
of others unless they
like what they see
Go hard to heretic, let a heretic in tradition
G 
F 
G 
A  breaking tradition,
F 
going against the grain
Ab 
To the selfsame, I seem strange
F 
Here comes a thunder bumper
G 
Am 
from the empty glass city
F 
White plains, weird wonderful me
B 
Am 
G 
As I   elaborate,
you order that evaporate
F 
Ab 
F 
Take the size of  my miracle
phosphorus pepper spray
E 
Prattin' for liquor,
Ab 
Ms.
F 
Trophy tarnished
Your boss just altered talkin'
Ab 
out of your neck
F 
Forty below zero,
ain't a toke of cold chillin'
Blockin' no mortician's disposition,
even to pay
G 
F 
Hell's oven,
B 
F 
elated like kites on clouds
Crowd scream, marvel for beans,
I take a bow
G 
F 
Moody, but karma's a  mountain lake
When I piss on your birthday
B 
cake and watch as you
F 
Red like a torn 20 bill with no tape
So it balances the piece like pieces to cake
And if you want a piece,
then make a mistake
On most records I hear guns don't argue
Am 
F 
G 
But you boast while you can put a hole in
F 
my chest
G 
F 
Am 
That got me complainin' it's cold
F 
Now ain't that some shit
Pick up these two girls in the club
G 
F 
So they can double team me
Ab 
F 
Caught em walkin' out the door
Tryin' to steal my
TV
F# 
F 
Wasn't mad, but if you like me
Am 
F 
And admire your ingenuity
So you understand
That's why in the palm of your hand
G 
F 
Ab 
You're starin' at the picture of me
F 
We on the cover of the first solo
Am 
G 
F 
G 
F 
cd from the
Databreaker
Databreaker
Databreaker
F 
G 
F 
Databreaker
It's the
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Databreaker
Databreaker
Databreaker
F 
F 
Databreaker
F 
It's the