Key: C minor
Intro 1
Cm
Verse 1
Cm
Slurry Urban Listen,
hip -hop
Rubble, ain't shit on your ass
Dm
Cm
We gon' talk here
Dm
Cm
Dm
Have a conversation
People hook up to me
Cm
because they think I am a success
I've got what they've always wanted,
Dm
money
Gm
Dm
Cm
What I'm rappin' to you about
is power, baby
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
It's power
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Do they ever listen,
Cm
do they ever really pay attention
Gm
So what the God spittin',
Dm
this is God givin' God wisdom
Cm
God got him in this one,
Gm
Cm
Eb
Cm
why I take it to Limpson Heights
Dm
It's him who writes from the soul
to the brain cavity
Cm
Lyrics rapidly catch gravity,
Dm
takin' me high
Cm
Dm
I cling to the sky,
somethin' like an air -lord
Cm
Music stick to your ears like a keloid
Dm
Cm
No decoy for the destroy,
Gm
a D -boy turn B -boy
Check my stance,
Dm
the flow's in trance
Cm
Musically I make the soul break dance
Why you spin on your head,
the feelin' is dead
Dm
Until you listen to what
I really had said
Cause if you moving through the motions
Cm
then you really ain't heard
Dm
And whatever I first spoke about
I guess is really absurd
Cm
But I don't do it like him, them or they
Gm
Dm
And you can say what you wanna say
Cm
Gm
Dm
Cm
Cause I know
Gm
Dm
This is real
Move with music
Cm
You can choose to use it
If you choose to use it
Dm
Let's move this music to
the highest esteem
Cm
Keep our souls from the weakened,
shaytan asleep
Dm
So I'm alone,
walking through the pterodome
Cm
Gm
With my book bag on,
trying not to get stoned
Dm
By the gangsters and smart peddlers,
hustlers and crushed leathers
Cm
Gm
that took over hip -hop
Cm
Dm
And claim to do much better
for the movement in fact,
but the movement it lacks
Cm
Real love from the people,
Gm
they use it as a tool
Dm
Thinking that love and money is equal
These niggas is straight lethal,
Cm
injections in their game
Gm
All reflection ain't the same
Dm
Gm
So my section is stuck in one lane
Yeah, so if I dumb the flow
down a little bit
Cm
Gm
maybe i'll catch on to what
i'm trying to do
Let's see
Ebm
It's like i'm stuck at the lake
getting stuck up with cane
So i'm harold like chicago,
maine got a flame like a pyromane
All I do is spit propane
and still bang like pyros, man
But ain't no gang or no
thangs attached
Eb
ain't no rain can match these cells
Ebm
My whole is like flamin' gats,
so lyrically I shoot up tracks
Flow dope like I shoot up with smack,
relapse history in untimed
A thousand blacks,
to me that's richer than a
C#
B
thousand stacks
Black panther verse,
I'ma free up a hundred innocent cats
None of you rappers
know a feeling like that
Ab
I'm Illmatic with a black album,
you can keep your platinum plaques
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