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I Heard That! chords by Bomm Sheltuh

  • F#m

    2
  • Bm

    2
  • D

  • G

  • Am

  • Dm

  • Eb

    6
Verse 1
F#m
Bm
Yo, NERD RAPPER
D
My man, this is it
Bm
G
D
Yo, Vietnam, the world is on our backs
F#m
This thing is bigger than the both
Am
G
of us now
Dm
D
G
Yo, requirements for a proper
life and decency
Keep to yourself, speak in low frequency
I know y 'all haven't seen me
on the scene recently
And so I'm checkin' in
and droppin' by frequently
D
Quiet riot,
Dm
G
but in front of the jury I deny it
Me face to face and then
you'll fall like Goliath
Bringin' pistols,
my shit is so foul they blowin' whistles
Makin' plans without me,
it's grounds for dismissal
D
Dm
G
Nerd wrecker, it's murder
when your weapons inspect us
Bombshells will poke at you
with lethal injectors
Yo, I often brag,
how I leave you lost and sad
Raisin' flags, throwin' wrappers
in the Boston crowd
D
Dm
I grew up an d always had
D
G
long talks with granddad
He hung out with A -Rabs
and tossed sandbags
No apartheid, spread love across tides
Make Jamaican strings,
John Ross the far right
D
G
Don't you want some down
Am
-to -earth rap?
G
I heard that
My union needs a place to learn at
I heard that
So we can leave and never turn back
I heard that
So we can find time to burn at
I heard that
Dm
Am
If you with me, throw your Timbs up
G
I heard that
You having hard times, I send luck
I heard that
Pull you out the gutter if you been stuck
I heard that
Ain't no telling where we'll end up
I heard that! and stop me, I'm
Am
G
iller than a black neo -nazi
With all the master plans and
the master copy
You're sloppy,
all in my dick like paparazzi
Watch me,
remain underground like Shocky
Dm
G
Any state, city, area, code,
we make it known
By giving exhibition ass -whippin',
stay in the zone
Dm
G
What you want, bitch?
Any nigga down in my circumference
Or cock a double M
in case you want some dumb shit
D
Dm
G
Too late, I done it, me against a hundred
Every trick you run with,
Eb
be gettin' butterflies in they stomach
G
My everyday normal, lost a foul,
slurpin' down a 4 -0
Begin formal, and make a porno
D
Manhattan,
Dm
Am
G
Am
G
when I have bad days,
sample my style
We lose more emcees that way
They try and stick me like some hard time
I put in work, but they be part -time
Early retirees can fight
D
Dm
G
Don't you want some down to earth rap?
Am
I heard that
G
My unit needs a place to learn at
I heard that
So we can leave and never turn back
I heard that
We can find time to burn that
I heard that
Dm
Am
If you with me, throw your Tim -Tac
I heard that
G
You had the hard times,
I said luck, I heard that
Pull you out the gutter if
you been stuck,
I heard that
Ain't no tellin' where we'll end up,
I heard that
Am
The ill spectacle of scriptures
G
is blessin' you
The rest of you can lick
my hairy ass testicles
Shit changed since my dick name
went from shotgun to the rock
Am
D
G
D
Now bitches pass it around like Stalker
Dm
Tell the news re porters
G
I slaughter bodies of water, for what?
I intimidate the judge and the jurors,
see filthy rich
The name alone deserves
the microphone
Reciting poems, you don't like them,
nigga, write your own
Am
G
All undisputed, stomp grounds
with the crash unit
My voice box on drums,
become therapeutic
It's thunder music,
rumbles the core of the earth
Then lava erupts,
I come with more of the worst
Dm
Y know who we are,
come from a far fuck bazaar
G
Filthy cups, cigars, and studios, I plug guitars
If I have to, build a bomb inside a capsule
Let the clock tick, all that's left is shrapnel
G
Don't you want some down
to earth rap?
Am
I heard that
G
My unit needs a place to learn at
I heard that
So we can leave and never turn back
I heard that
We can find time to burn that
I heard that,
Dm
Am
if you with me throw your Timbs up
G
I heard that, you having hard times I send luck
I heard that, who you out for gutter
if you been stuck
I heard that, ain't no telling where we end up
I heard that I heard that,
Dm
G
Dm
Dm
I heard that
G
Dm
G
Let me explain to him in simple arithmetic,
1, 2, 3, because you don't fucking get it
Bert.
You give us the tapes,
we get the record contract,
we come back and give you your fucking
money.
Have you heard the tapes?
Have you even heard them?
We're guaranteed a record deal.
Our stuff is that good.
I got it, I got it, now I understand.
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