Poetry (Dirty) chords by Bumpy Knuckles

SimplifiedAm · Dm · C

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
It's the MC's
Dm 
time for spittin' the rhyme
C 
Believe Harvey in the ring, get in the mind
Am 
I'm the word in your dialect
that's hard to define
Like unity, no man gets immunity
I ride for your community,
Dm 
on a Harley
Throttle in my right hand,
C 
left on the Marley
Am 
With the muffler,
looking for the tough in ya
Feeling like a burning in your belly
When I got the warming up in ya
Dm 
I see you niggas in kill mode
Then you see me in kill mode
C 
Then you in chill mode
Am 
My twin glocks still load
Nigga I'll make you road kill
Then bump in your kill road
Dm 
On the highway, I spit the verse my way
And never say another nigga's rhyme
C 
Am 
That's biting, not homage
You need to stop writing that garbage
Dm 
I won't let you, let him tell them
That Bumpy ain't spittin'
C 
that hardcore phlegm
Am 
Y 'all can be what,
I can be when I show up with the cookery,
I'm soul food lamb
Dm 
I'm a spittin' father,
tear the mother down
I'm a clappaholic,
C 
send another rhyme
Am 
I'm always spit, fly and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and,
Dm 
and never be afraid come on, come on, stand up, stand up, show me
Am 
C 
Am 
I'm cuttin' see realer than me
You think that you can really
do me something?
Dm 
You can't, you can't do  that,
do that to me, homie
C 
Am 
These niggas ain't killers like me
You think that you can really do me
Listen up, it's the Real King
Dm 
Hot Smitten, hot,
C 
it's the rules that I am forgetting
Am 
Not, I'm the one and only
Bumpy, ain't no little Bumpys
See these two buckets on my hip,
I dump D's
Dm 
I don't play with you rob
ber room rappers
I'm a one left earring,
C 
had a little gun clapper
Am 
And I don't like homos, I got mojos
Now every one of them niggas
that be using me, sold for
You pay the price
Dm 
when you touch a nigga's style
C 
Only half ass nice, you rep a nigga foul
Am 
I'm buff from the underground
And I don't want to mix
with you hot Sidney
acting -ass rappers from the other side
I'm a spitting father,
Dm 
tear the mother down
I'm a clapper -holic,
C 
send an other rhyme
Am 
Yeah baby, that's right,
I want y 'all to know something
We ain't leaving
Dm 
Come on, stand up, show me,
Am 
C 
Am 
I didn't seem realer than me
You really think that you
can do it?
Something you can't,
Dm 
do  that, homie
C 
Am 
These niggas ain't killers like me
You think that you can do me something?
on, something, something
Dm 
C 
Listen, I can't say it no plainer
Am 
I'll make you spit it out
like I'm Roy Jones' trainer
You get soggy, Duke,
Dm 
Am 
fuckin' with the main rainer
Dm 
My self -esteem is  so hot,
C 
I keep all my fuckin' green, no cotch
Am 
And I'm diggin' in the grapes
like show up in the Bronx
Introduce me to this hoe up in the Bronx
Who told me I was everything
Dm 
she'd ever want to meet
You don't want a tongue
in your queen,
C 
you want to meet
Am 
Bitch, you let me hit you
with this hardcore street
And I guarantee,
you'll never kiss another bitch
Don't be mad at me
I'm a spittin' father,
Dm 
tear the mother down
I'm a clapper -holic,
C 
send an other round
Am 
Oh  my God, all I want y 'all to do is
Stop!
Dm 
Come on! Come on! Stand up! Stand up! Show
C 
Am 
me! Yeah! An MC realer than me
Come on! You really think that
you can do somethin'?
Dm 
You can! You can! Do that! Do
that! Homie! Homie!
Am 
These niggas ain't killin' like me!
You really think that you can do
me somethin'?
Somethin'
Dm 
Somethin'
Am 
Somethin'
Somethin'
Somethin'
Somethin'
Somethin'
Somethin'
Somethin'
Dm 
Somethin'
Somethin'
Somethin'
Am 
Somethin',
Somethin',
Somethin',
Somethin',