On Deck chords by Grand Opus

SimplifiedBm · C

GuitarPianoUkulele

Verse 1
Bm 
D .O. got the beat, check, rhyme, on deck, it's D .O. you know how we do it, fresh to death,
C 
Bm 
got the heat, bet, you ready, no sweat, rock the north, north, south, south, east, east, west,
got the beat, check, rhyme, on deck,
it's D .O. you know how we do it, fresh to
Got to eat, eat bad, you ready?
No sweat, rock the north, north,
south, south, east, east, west
Come on! Speakers vibratin',
the vibe is in the tempo
Central goin' to boards,
I'm ridin' the instrumentals
Live from the central,
the style is worldwide
C 
So the real gon' feel it,
don't matter the size
Bm 
Stay fly, always eyes open wide
We hit the switch and let
the energy electrify
Just spark a fire, just to dance around,
we the tribe
C 
That made it across the tide,
Bm 
still alive, so we make it live
And we the truth, ain't gon' use a lie
We got the venue high,
with all the hands to the most high
There's no limit,
got my eyes to the open sky
C 
Catch me in Oakland or LA,
Bm 
down to four or five
To double five, to the nine,
that's where I reside
Where only the strong and wise survive
Talk the push through the pain,
strive through the lies
C 
I hit my guy,
Bm 
said let's strategize the ride
Got the beat, check, vibe, on deck
Homies
D .O., you know how we do it,
fresh to death
Got the heat, pack, you ready, no sweat
C 
Rock the North, North, South,
Bm 
South, East, East, West
Got the beak, check, Rob's on deck
It's D .O., you know how we do it
Fresh to death, got the heat
Bet, you ready? No sweat
C 
Rock the North, North, South,
Bm 
South, East, East, West
Come on! Step up in the scene,
the reflection is eternal
The skill is supreme,
the skill is hard to earn though
You ain't know,
but you gon' learn though
C 
We the team, I don't dream
Bm 
I visualize, this was foreseen
Flow with the force, swing a light beam
And run this water full of life,
spill a live stream
Your eyes open to the unseen
Rhymin' with no strings,
C 
with no need for nicotine
Bm 
I've been smokin' microphones
since the preteen
Ignite your kerosene,
enlighten Pharaoh's dreams
The lines spark divine walks
with the seraphim
C 
To see the dry clean, feelin' so fresh
One listen'll bless your hygiene
Bm 
Crash the boards, we the lords of the ring
My chords never need a auto -tune,
I don't sing
But still it's soul music,
check the melody I bring
C 
When I run lines in the sunshine,
Bm 
get your screen
Got the beat, check, Voms!
On deck, it's D -O,
you know how we do it,
Fresh to death
Got the heat, bet you ready?
No sweat
C 
Bm 
Rock the North, North,
C 
Bm 
South, South, East, East,
C 
Rock the North, North, South, South,
Bm 
East, East, West, C'mon!