Face The Music chords by
Crazy Town
Crazy Town

N/A
Key: Gb major
Verse 1
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Now we push rhymes,
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crazy rhymes,
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Words forced fed to your
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mind trace the
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source brother, brother
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Face the music,
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don't confuse it for another
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Nothing comes close to this
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Kiss the sky.
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These grands change hands as our
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fans multiply we push rhymes
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People gather round when
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we kick them go boy,
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Shifty stick em
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Ha ha ha stick em
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Burning bridges , smoking ism,
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Losing my religion
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Shooting the breeze,
Verse 2
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we got these MC's ass kissing
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G
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If you can't take the heat get
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your ass out the kitchen
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A
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I freak it off the wall cram
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min,' slammin', points
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of view into your fucking
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skull bitch
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That's why we stick em.
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Stick 'em ha ha
Verse 3
Em
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D#5
ha stick em
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D#5
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Ha stick 'em, ha ha ha
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Stick 'em, ha, ha, ha
Stick 'em
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Stick 'em stick 'em stick 'em
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Em
Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
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Ha stick 'em, ha ha
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Ha stick 'em.
Verse 4
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Well I tapped you on the spinal
with an anesthetic
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Epic is the definition written
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Into grooves of vinyl
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It's called survival,
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when I drop the stylish into
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Friction, tectonic traits
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drifting like the plates
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It shakes like the quakes in Cali
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The mystic maharaji
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Mission of the
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kamikaze come back kid
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Producer supper status
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D#5
D#
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I'm here to claim my rein as
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the baddest beat peddler
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So place your bet middler
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The rough is a blaze and yo,
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were smoking out the fiddler
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We're sippin' on a hundred proof liquor
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welcome to the dooms day dawning.
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Hot like the sun
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No time to relax we pack
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the dooms day gun.
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Stick em ha
Verse 5
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ha ha stick em
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B
A
Ha stick em, ha ha ha
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Stick em, ha, ha, ha
Stick em
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B
A
Stick em stick em stick em
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Stick em ha ha ha stick em
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Ha stick em, ha ha
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A
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Ha stick em.
Verse 6
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Call me a drifter,
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richer when I hit you with the stick em
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I'm talking shit
The pit starter a wanted man
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The one who cuffed your daughter
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to my bed stand and I
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Talk a lot of shit because
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I know a lot of shit
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I know, I said I'd quit but I
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just want another hit
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It's madness pimpin' like Gladys
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The baddest
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Maintainer status
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That is no question
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D
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Releasing tension as we step in
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to the seventh dimension
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This jabber jaw's jaws are slapping
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We's what's happening
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The bones are breaking
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A
And fingers snapping
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The pressure is on with
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non stop action
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A
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Whether banging your
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head or steady maxing.
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Stick 'em ha ha
Verse 7
ha stick 'em
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B
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Ha stick 'em, ha ha ha
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Stick 'em, ha, ha, ha
Stick 'em
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A
Stick 'em stick 'em stick 'em
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Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Em
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B
Ha stick 'em, ha ha
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G
Ha stick 'em
Outro 1
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