Shit's Real chords by Mic Geronimo
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Verse 1
You know what I'm saying,
(G minor) represent for the fam
From crazy ass Queens,
you know what I'm saying (F minor)
One time, fool your (G flat minor) mind
Check (A major) it out, yeah (C major) (G minor)
For those who don't know
the way I flow
My name's fucking Mike Geronimo,
you know what I'm saying
(C major) Big (F minor) shouts to my whole fam,
you know what I'm saying
I'm representing, (C major) y know who you is
And we about to spark this,
(G minor) you know what I'm saying
Yeah, check it out, check, check it out
Another (F minor) day of steppin'
through the belly of the beast
I (G minor) leave the compound
and make my way
to my stomping grounds
(C major) I'm just about broke to the letter
It can't get any worse,
shit could only get better
My burner lampin' (F minor) by my waistline
Geronimo would be (G minor) fine with niggas
I'm a -backin' Undivine
So (C major) now I unwind
and keep a focus on my schedule
It's critical for me to run a
scan of my plan
(F minor) I keep steppin' in all the DL
I be well and that's (G minor) the gospel
to get a call when it's possible
(C major) I make a red bone, a dead bone
After my bed bone,
I leave her ass on from my tone
Then (F minor) I bounce to check my family,
jump in the ride
And see what's going (G minor) down
on the other side of town
It's (C major) all about (G minor) lounging,
and (C major) keeping shit together
No matter the weather,
you'll find me out doing whatever
And (F minor) when the sun fall,
words are more, on the move
So (G minor) nobody can bust up your
motherfucking groove
It's (C major) ill enough to get
your fingertip feel
Check the rhyme paragraph,
because my shit is real (F minor) (C major)
I smoke a 20, back up on it,
then I'm ready to pee (F minor) (C major) (G minor) (C major)
Get a taste for my feel,
(G minor) I freak mics like sex (C major) appeal
It's ill enough, to hit you (F minor) real enough
Like how to (G minor) night stick lips to your
brain when your hair cut
(C major) For every episode I unfold,
there'd be another sick story
in my mind to be told
And every (F minor) time I take flight
in the midnight,
the police be (G minor) searchin' for a nigga
with a killer mouthpiece
Since (C major) my first birthday,
I been in with more tricks
than a tramp locked in a sleepaway camp
And any (F minor) herd with a
loop flow of verbs
that catch kicks to the (G minor) cur b
And you're thrown off a bridge
called the Williamsburg
All (C major) your pipe dreams are hopes
I burn up like choke smoke
And in a sample sack
I push a tech to your neck, your (F minor) neck
So when I'm here alone
and get prone,
I'll be (G minor) yelling from on taps,
then the fence,
bugging telephones,
flip (C major) ping niggas
and leaving them sleeping in a chalk tray
DTs be pumped so I'll
microphone Scarface
(F minor) I'm in y 'all,
that nigga in the front row fronting,
he gets (G minor) slugs in his mouth
from a rhyme tooting gun thug
(C major) I keep my form in
the storm of a raw deal
and give you a torn feel
because my shit is real
My shit is (F minor) real,
make you know the dealer gets realer
My (G minor) shit's (C major) real, yeah, no shit's real
My shit's real, yeah, no shit's real
Loadin' clips (G minor) from my hips
and start blessin' off (C major) steel Steel
(F minor) You don't stay in my (G flat minor) stride,
(F minor) I tear your (G minor) ass out
the frame where you hide,
(C major) I grab bitches by stacks and stacks,
Hannah
You catch a lick in the back
from my baseball bat (C major)
(G flat minor) I take the (F minor) time on my last
verse of rhymes
to say peace (C major) to all
the members of my fam
Doin' jail time,
makin' your brain cells swell
When niggas couldn't (C major) rhyme, ayo,
I grabbed a bag and robbed well
Rippin' (F minor) out your frame
when I'm memorizin' (F major) name
And niggas'll (C major) never be the same,
cuz I'm bad in the game
Uh, I talk mics and daylight sharper still
And now you know the deal,
because my shit is real
(F minor) Now you know the (C major) deal, gets realer,
(G minor) uh, shit's (C major) real, yeah, no shit's real
I keep (C major) a mad fat flow on the reel,
the reel, the (F minor) reel
Now you know the (C major) deal, it gets realer,
uh, shit's real, yeah, no shit's real
Oh, shit's real, yeah, oh, shit's real
Shit's gettin' realer,
cause my shit is real
(F minor) My shit is real
My shit is real, my shit is real,
my is real (G minor) (C major) (F minor)
(G minor) (C major)
(C major) (C major) (F minor)
(G minor) (C major)
Outro 1
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Shit's Real
Mic Geronimo
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