Liquid chords by LPG

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Verse 1
Am 
Man, I   can't write no more,
man. It's weird.
You should just come so easy.
I gotta find it. Shhh.
I had to shut my eyes
and search in the silence
for the once rushing river of words
that used to flow rapid
Instead I found puddles
that only sprinkled a beige
when I'm used to touching a mic
and drenching the stage
There used to be a natural spring here
I swear it liquefied emotion
Gm 
as deep as the ocean with
Am 
Enough freshness for
the world to drink
and then some enough to quench the
thirst of generations to come
Man, did it run dry?
I've searched all around so my left, my right
I looked up and
Wait, right, give me the shovel,
I'ma start digging
I figure it's not gone,
maybe it's just hidden
At the one foot mark,
I started feeling the spark
At two feet deep, I started hearing the beat
By the time I came to three,
I knew I was about to be free
And when I got to four,
I couldn't feel fatigue no more
Then I came to five, I started feeling alive
Gm 
And at six, I started hearing
them do DJ tricks
Am 
And at seven, I swore I heard
them laughing in heaven
And at eight,
I could smell the cans of Krylon paint
And at nine,
I started feeling like it was old times
Gm 
I knew that I'd finally reached the end
Am 
I had to re -tap the heart,
replenish the art
Rehydrate the body
and the first thing I did was rock a party
I could feel it, it was free -flowing again
The dam had been broken
to never hold me again
Never slow me again
Now I'm gon' rain down the whole earth
And take y back to Noah again
Consider yourself warm,
better build yourself a boat
Unflood this whole planet
with the songs that I wrote
It's liquid yeah that's that's that's real deal stuff right there yeah
F 
Am 
but i mean i mean man you listen to cats nowadays man and they
they just water down the
G 
Am 
whole culture man
it's like they talking about
they talking about chains and jewelry
Gm 
and you know what kind of car they drive
Am 
they think that's hip -hop
that's not that's not hip -hop man that's that's that's
transportation that's i mean when i started man
you just came with your skills
and that was it, you know, I'm not feeling these cats,
man, I'm not feeling them at all.
I cause waves to crash land
on land for sure,
trying to wash away this dry spell
hip -hop been in for quite some time
but the tears of true heads keep falling,
when they cry for real lyrics
what they get is MCs bawling
claiming they reign supreme
but it must be in their dreams
cause only puddles of mediocrity
G 
they leave upon the scene
Am 
and if prisoners of radio
could get out on parole,
they see the airwaves packed and
stacked with styles stolen
Told by some kid on video
playin' dress up
Cause the label told him to
memorize some demo
He said, yes sir, master
But watch me slap the ceremony
out they master
Half a MC is half a man
And half a man has to have
a mic -less hand
And a mic -less stand
Scratched the DJ out your cut
And replaced it with a band
Through about 20 years span
I've been able to spread my wings
Went from unsigned to signed
My soul while angels sing on dotted line
While y 'all couldn't back
into a spine
And couldn't find no common sense
If I had burned it to a dime
The rhymes I kick make the blind watch they
step seen me runnin' through your dreams
while you claim you still ain't slept
I make sure your quiet's kept,
even if I lose my voice
Rip a rhyme in sign language,
G 
Gm 
this way you'd have no choice
Am 
But to feel me,
we still be battle -rappin' to the night
Falls heavy on the sun
and it's submerged way out of sight
I suppose when I get lost in flows,
I gotta one track mind, like
All I need is one track
Gm 
to run a fool out in record time
Am 
Stayin' unsigned's like writin'
without bargin' until the margin
The bigger your skills get,
only then your name enlargin'
I find when I get lost in beats,
I'm left with writin' up a storm
I drown a pad cold in ink
Gm 
and bust with no fair warnin'
Am 
Till it come up morn,
I do what mic nights can't see
Incite my windpipe to lay the
wack down in a breeze
And call my bro's treats machines,
put my coast on Pacific seas
And my tunnel rag G's,
it's West Covina on these
Gm 
Am 
Gm 
Am 
Lick wit
You