radio chords by Coolzey

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Verse 1
Em 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lawman direct from Sacramento
Stab him with a pencil
after mackin' on the vimos
Kidnap him in a limo
Blast the instrumental without
crackin' the window
Puff the whole bag, yeah,
we never leave a little
Leftover with that West Coast dojo
Make magic on a mic
after packin' up the pipes
See beyond black and white,
put up your flag, don't wanna fight
I've been shootin' crabs for life
and lucky number seven
You must be goin' to heaven or hell,
Am 
die
Em 
Look man,
B 
Em 
I ain't got time to write rhymes
Super motherfucker,
prove it's only here to fight crime
And I don't wear a cape,
there ain't a mask on my face
If this my theme music,
Mr. Dent at the bass
Can I mace on the keychain,
B 
flashlight on the belt?
Em 
You know how many bad guys
these knuckles felt?
I'll shove a mic down your throat
and use the cool as a last
For the next villain on my shit list,
Am 
be MC Asshole
Em 
The castle's the capital,
AK ain't crackin', clavicle snatchin'
B 
So I'm Nazi like Tabasco
flavored tobacco
Em 
Shake the can, break your leg
while you fake dead
I'll blaze with treads,
Am 
bake your head,
then I'll take your bread
Em 
Your chain was red,
then I stole your gold and platinum
Spittin's a nasty habit,
B 
but with the mack you blastin'
Em 
You know what happens to the bullets,
I'm so fast I catch,
I'm throwin' back at you bastards
Am 
Your back could be like Baptist
Em 
So  holy, catch a blow to your
goatee like a goalie
No one knows me,
B 
so I approach the mic slowly
Em 
I'm not on some okie -dokie,
I'm known to like the stokie
Low -key, I know these dudes
Am 
with bruised bodies
Em 
Instead of  poetry, you shouties,
B 
the mood parties like that
Em 
B 
Em 
Everybody in this motherfucker
will get touched
but it's my ticket clutch,
Am 
we can't lie it's a must
Em 
B 
A gust of wind we send the world is,
it's a fact we only rap to snatch
and grow friends
Em 
Everybody in this motherfucker
will get touched
but it's my ticket clutch,
Am 
we can 't lie it's a must
Em 
B 
A gust of wind we send the world is,
it's a fact we only rap to snatch
and grow friends
Em 
Cool Z,  Trapper Rapper
in the trash compactor,
back over bad actors
Am 
with the fat track, the like
Em 
What's the matter? Meat Hacker,
Bushwhacker,
Wiley Cracker,
B 
Waskily, Wabbit, Bad Habit,
Leave the sugar out by Zachary,
Em 
Real name is Zachary,
oldest in the family,
pity the poor punk
Am 
that has to play after me,
Em 
That's how it has to be,
girls make a pass at me,
B 
sometimes it sounds sweet,
sometimes they askin' me nastily,
Em 
Hastily wasted, gee,
softer than pastry,
competitors still don't know
quite what to make of me,
Am 
Take Ps in public, lovin' life, fuck it,
B 
I'm havin' fun until I fuckin' kick the bucket,
Em 
If you got a pill,
tuck it in my pants because I'm dancin'
Never paid for sex, I'm freelancin'
Am 
D -pants and dames, gotta slow down,
slit, forgot the foreplay
B 
Bullseye climbin' Everest, myself,
fuck 10s at Gnargate
Am 
Tossin' back a four -day,
Em 
spoonin' in the sorbet
B 
Always eatin' gourmet,
Em 
shoutin' out a shorty
Straight shittin' on kitten MCs,
gettin' MCs like gremlins
B 
Am 
Slittin' MC s, guttin' MCs,
Em 
they tremblin' MCs bitten by me, become bitches
Clothes come off holes like my
Am 
soles without itches
Em 
Fuck riches, I got a collarbone collection
B 
Single of the motherfuckin'
hip -hop connection
Em 
Ragged mag, maximum peak,
I make you think
Raps on his way home,
Am 
you just stopped off for a drink
Em 
Chop off your fingers,
cook them up like sausage flakes
B 
Leave you speechless,
now you can only communicate
with blinks
Em 
Everybody in this motherfucker
won't get touched
But it's my ticket clutch,
Am 
we can 't lie, it's a must
Em 
Look us, and when we sin,
the world ends
It's a fact,
B 
we only rap to snatch and blow threads
Em 
Everybody in this motherfucker
won't get touched
B 
But it's my ticket clutch,
Am 
Em 
we can 't lie, it's a must
Because of where we sit in the world is
B 
It's a fact, we only rap to snatch it
Em 
Put us together,
it's like mixing vodka and milk
With the new ad,
it's time for your crew ad
Relax, I'm here to get cold facts
With the new ad,
it's time for your crew ad
It's a lexical killer, special, majestical
With the new ad,
it's time for your crew ad
Am 
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
With the new ad,
it's time for your crew ad you