No Chorus chords by Dr. Dooom, Kool Keith
Verse 1
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Em
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Yeah..
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You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish
Em
B
Em
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this motherfuckin album
Em
Dr. Dooom..
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Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
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the Motherfuckin Chorus"
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Whatever all the arrangements are
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Em
we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
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Verse 2
G
What the fuck was in your mind when you
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rapped on that track?
Who possessed you to do that? Who pro
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grammed - that shit sound wack
Em
Unplug your mic
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You motherfuckers rap under
Em
a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company,
B
makin somethin cheap
Vocals sound like a nigga with no
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dough and a promo;
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makin asses out of yourselves,
tryin to rap solo
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Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because
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you want to be me
Em
why'all niggaz write like slouches puffin
blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin amateur?
B
Your engineer'll cue in
your bullshit cadence
G
That shit sounds simple; look
B
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at this nigga rhymin to hisself
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Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it
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- - why'all get it worse
Em
Which one of why'all motherfuckers
is waitin for the mic first?
B
I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too,
G
that's your fanbase - - plus your DJ's in the place
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I'm about to boo you,
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let it be fair; when you come off- stage
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C#
B
ninety percent of the people that
Em
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came on your guest list
Em
ain't gon' be there
A big dissapointment when I rub your
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asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin hard,
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nervous in the dressin room
with a security guard
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Groupies standin round with
they fuckin face frowned
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Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown
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Put that Spring Wa ter down man,
Em
you ain't sweatin
You motherfuckers did a ten minute
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weak show and you jettin;
your fans are mad - your
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performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
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Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts
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like the Planet of the Apes
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Supervise it, criticize it,
Em
B
why'all don't realize it
Em
where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget
when you takin
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that high picture for Right On
with your ballroom light on
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You know the night is kind
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of special like Lowenbrau
when I escort you to your car,
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you breakout bastards
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Em
Leave the premises and reminisce on your
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Em
rookie season after you first started
B
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues
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like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga,
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tryin to act large in the video in Nevada
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You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic,
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you can't have it
B
Em
You niggaz be runnin around with ears
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open like fuckin bunny rabbits
Verse 3
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D#
That's right, Dr. Dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world
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Em
sittin in studios with your boys
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Em
Hypin your shit up
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Motherfuckers don't want to tell
you that your shit is wack
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because they all yes men
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Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
C#
Em
Bein your fuckin
cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight,
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look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
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D#
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That shit don't sound right,
D#
your mixdown ain't right
Your vocals are too low.. your
fuckin cadence is off
Em
Stage show's weak.. fuck you!
B
No Chorus
Dr. Dooom, Kool Keith
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