Key: D minor
Verse 1
Dm
Words I'm composing,
Am
F
through my rhymes like Erojan
Am
Dm
with all the words that I inject
Through my lyrical syringe,
tube to overexposure,
a lyrical composure
I'm burning mental retina, then betting
And I'll start to nod to breath
of God that I exhale
And sail my penmanship
on saliva from my lips
And trip out Nebuchadnezzar
Who said that I would never break it down
F
Dm
with Messiah's silhouette
So, I'll march from sweat
where we dance
Hittin' the stands of B -Boys
Am
Dm
To last dragons like Lee -Boys
instead of decoys
So easily drive the consonants and vowels
And scowl,
Am
Dm
howl off this microphone mesh
Puttin' words and lyrical supperware
Am
C
to keep our rhymes fresh
Dm
Am
Dm
I stood alone with a weapon, it's Paul
So who you are,
Am
Dm
re volve my plan
While I'm lip -syncing on
American Bandstand
a superstar up on this microphone
Am
I got two turntables that revolve my plan
my man
It's too long, no friends, only microphone
Me and the trinity,
C
Dm
looking back from the place I've grown, it's less travel
Am
Dm
I can see no friends and no ends,
to mount Zion, it's less travel
C
Dm
Am
I stand alone, though never inforsaken,
Dm
partaking
-letter quotations
Am
Dm
on the face of stratosphere
The landscape I shape with words
deemed me pioneer
For a clear -seen future,
a poet with lost souls
Passing rhythms bridging,
Dm
Till it found, now grown from the ground,
my sound
Marches in compliance of
I stay speaking
I'm resurrecting rhythm and its soul
to keep it tweaking
With a home, a metronome
to mix it with percussion
Giving head nods to dead gods,
Flippin' over sixteen bars
Am
F
like a oral gymnast
Am
C
cause down here it's lonely at the top,
y 'all
Dm
Am
Dm
I stood alone with a weapon, it's Paul
The who you are,
F
Dm
I got two turntables that
Am
Dm
re volve my plan
While I'm lip -syncin'
on American bandstand
a superstar up on his microphone
I got two turntables,
Am
Dm
that's per forming my plan
While I'm lip -syncing,
I'm so drained, my man
And I'm a white dude
I'm still alone, no friends,
only microphones
Me and the trinity,
looking back from the place I've grown
It's less travel
Am
Dm
But I can see no friends and no ends
Y 'all, there's only one that I rely on
One shoulder that I cry on
Two mouths I yawn
It's less travel
So check it out, I stood alone
Am
Dm
with a weapon in his palm
Who you are,
F
Dm
I got two turntables that
American bandstand
C
Dm
Am
Dm
I stood alone with a weapon in his palm
So who you are,
a superstar up on this microphone
F
Dm
I got two turntables that
revolve my plan
While I'm lip -syncing on Soul Train, my man
Am
Dm
I stood alone with a weapon in his palm
Who you are,
F
Dm
I got two turntables that
Dm
Am
Dm
I stood alone with a weapon in his palm
So you are a superstar
upon this microphone
F
Dm
I got two turntables that
C#
and I'm not, I do this cuz I like hip -hop
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