Palm Sunday chords by Playdough

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Em 
It's Palm  (E minor) Sunday,
ridin' the beat in my feet
They're throwin' no sleeves,
they want me to free
Cause this week my rhymes hot,
but 15 minutes is what I'm told
Till I drop to the cone,
so watch it all unfold
Like Palm Sunday,
ridin' the beat in my feet
They're throwin' no sleeves,
they want me to free
Cause this week my rhymes hot,
but 15 minutes is what I'm told
Till I drop to the cold,
so watch it all unfold
like Palm Sunday
I walk lightly, slightly on this path of ink
The pen shaft I sink
between the margin with my jargon
So they still can't distinguish
the English I broke
They're busy falling from the mic
like a bike that got the
spoke tripped up
I ripped up the do's and don'ts,
breaking every single guideline
And left it for them fools
stuck on the sideline
Thinking they're butter
but they're only cookie cutters
Tryin' to be down and fit in the mold
I'm walkin' soul like some
pawn shop gold
I wonder when they'll learn a lesson
Thinkin' their skills
are wrapped up in their possession
But the same mice they box,
the ice they slip in
They're the scratch on hip hop,
they got my needle skippin'
They need to dip in
some buns and wands
to buy a clue
Plus a crew,
then I'll rip it on a topic that's new
But seriously, they just got a bad rap
Literally, pitifully jumpin' onto a beat
They find defeat in the end
Eleven, three, ten, my words are decent
While my spirit's headin' home,
you watchin' ASIN
I'm placin' tidbits of knowledge
in these college rules
While you follow Jules and Luke
with top hats and suit
You're just a prostitute,
sellin' your soul for control of the world
But what's it take to realize
you made the worst mistake?
See, you can stack material,
but that ain't clever
There's only one thing that lasts forever
Ayo, it's Palm Sunday
Bm 
Ridin' the  (B minor) beat in my feet
Em 
They're throwin'  (E minor) those sneaks,
they want me to breathe
Cause this week my rhymes hot
For fifteen minutes is what I'm told
Till I drop to the cold
So watch it all unfold like Palm Sunday
Bm 
Riding the beat at my  (B minor) feet
Em 
They're throwing  (E minor) no  sleeves,
they want me to freak
Cause this week my vibe's hot
Fifteen minutes is what I'm told
Till I drop to the cold
So watch it all unfold like Palm Sunday
The crowd loved me
But now I hear them screaming
for Barabbas
Still it must be from the time
They caught me rhyming on the Sabbath
Man these kids ain't up to bust
some Sadducees
Embarrasses breaking traditions
Obviously grounds for heresy
Comparing me to anything
they can
From Wyclef to Everlast
They must be uncomfortable
with the fact
I'm in a class of my own,
with lights shown to main screen
But the same thing's happening there,
people just love to compare
But I can't last,
I'm busy trying to bless the device
With words echoing true
from me twice
I'm trying to break the metaphor,
but more I find myself at war
With people supposed to be my family
that still ain't understanding me
I plan to be a man
fulfilling destiny and stressing me
Can't disguise the fact
you'd all be falling off like leprosy
Except you see, before you fall off,
you got to be on
You ain't an MC status,
you barely reached the peon
Sendin' in your demos
that you did on 4Track
And you're first to call me wack?
But yo, I guess you got your backpack
And show toes with fat laces
And a record of a company flow
I guess that means you must know
Please, you think I base my livelihood
off what you say
Or rearrange my wordplay?
We could spar and
make you call me sensei
It's a Sunday, and one day I hope to see
That you can't live out
your mic fantasies through me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Come on, it's Palm Sunday
Bm 
Ridin' a  (B minor) B in my feet
Em 
And throwin'  (E minor) those sleeves
that want me to freak
Cause this week my rhymes hot
B 
15 minutes is what I'm  (B major) told
Em 
Till I  (E minor) drop to the cone
Watch it all unfold like Palm Sunday
Bm 
Ridin' the beat in my  (B minor) feet
Em 
They throwin'  (E minor) those sleeves
They want me to freak
Cause this week my rhymes hot
B 
15 minutes is what  (B major) I'm told
Em 
Till I  (E minor) drop to the cone
Watch it all unfold like Palm Sunday
Check it out it's Palm Sunday
Ridin' the beat in my feet
They throwin' those sleeves
They want me to freak
Cause this week my rhymes hot
B 
15 minutes is what  (B major) I'm told
Em 
Till I  (E minor) drop to the cone
Watch it all unfold like Palm Sunday
Riding the beat and I'm
feeding the throat
With no snakes that want me to breathe
Cause this week my rhymes are hot
B 
For fifteen minutes is what  (B major) I'm told
Em 
Till I  (E minor) drop to the cold
So watch it all unfold like Palm Sunday