So Wassup? chords by Gang Starr
Verse 1
Am
So wassup? You know
we can't be havin' that
Son, there's rules you're supposed
Bb
to go by and this is my habitat
Am
You say you're R- E- P- R- E- S-
C
Am
E- N- T- I- N- G
You're frontin', boy,
come against me
You're crazy soft while I come off
with credibility
You're living in a fantasy world, kid,
you're killing me
I start to work out,
you start to merk out
My shit be crazy raw, and out here,
F
I got more clout
Am
I'm right in your streets like
I'm Urban Outreach
I don't mean to preach but I'll impeach
A
your phony form of speech
C
Rhyme perfection,
injecting like the surgeon
Bb
Am
While you be in the club posing,
trickin', always splurgin'
A
Am
Whatever you got,
I'm gettin' more
See, you're insecure and you
can catch my verbal four- four
Bb
Am
Now you're facing me,
I'm your ultimate challenger
It's the Avenger,
C
your fate is on my calendar
Am
Notice the spirit I possess
C
is more than holy
Am
Bb
I'm gifted, un limited, ah, fuck the rest,
F
Am
you know niggas know me
My lines illuminate your whole spectrum
Crush your dome section, punks I wreck 'em,
mics I bless 'em
I don't know why MC's would want
C
Am
to test the man so fly
Master of self, gaining wealth
'Cause I'm a mastermind,
I stack my rhymes
Just for the rainy day and you
can pour out your 40
A
for all the rappers I slay,
Am
I bring the bounty back
I got more game than the Mack
when I procees to feed the masses
I come right and exact and all
those null and voids
They shall be destroyed,
C
so don't be stickin' out your hand
Am
'Cause you ain't my
fuckin' homeboy
I celebrate after each duck I eliminate
Bb
This rap game they desecrate,
Am
I'm back to set it straight
I'm self- made and self- taught
You're style you bought
C
plus I got the fundamentals handed
Am
down from my pops
Am
Hobbes your mission,
Bb
is worthless
Am
Your style's mad nervous,
A
Am
let's stretch out all our lyrics
and let's see whose go the furthest,
word 'cause
Bb
It's puzzling how trifling
Am
you be
You're faking making people think
Am
that you're a true MC
Am
You best flee because I've come
with the science
I'm gonna melt down your lies
and unmask your phony alliance
C
Extreme house winds will bring
Am
electrical shockwaves
Knocking you out the box,
kid, is something I crave
You were gassed from the beginning
Am
so your bubble must bust
I've been laying in the cut to tear
your bitch ass up
So wassup?
So Wassup?
Gang Starr
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