Key: F minor
Verse 1
It's what you call
Em
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Hardcore, Fat Gospel,
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G
Gm
Street Gospel
South, South, Bronx
Dm
G
Yo where my heart is at? South,
Bronx
South, Bronx
Raw rhymes for raw times
My albums are underground
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But this blessing is all mine
we open more minds
You need to rethink
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Em
who you think is the greatest of all time
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Em
I got this, I'm raw like Freddy Foxx is,
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C
hardcore like the Loxx is,
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C
Em
Scott LaRock is where Tupac is,
where hip -hop is,
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Em
digitally underground like Shock is
Oh yes, I know where the top is,
but I'd rather rhyme about
how crooked some of these cops is,
my synopsis ain't pretty,
C
Em
I'd stay off them planes and out the city
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C
If I were you, do what you gotta do,
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Em
here's what we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip -hop in you if you're hollow
Those that already filmed,
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G
Goin' over potholes with Tahoe's
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You don't think I know?
C
G
I'm lookin' at you right now
Em
D#
G
You ain't dancin' in a club
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Em
You in your car, sittin' down
C
Em
You in the crib, on the low
C
Em
You got them headsets on the go
You just saw me at the show
Oh, you don't know?
It's the temple of hip -hop
Comin' with a whole different flow
Yo, where them hoes at? I don't know
That's why when they call
back for the show
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Em
B
Em
With no video, we get up and go
Em
C
South, South, Rock!
Yo, where my people at?
C
Em
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Rock!
C
Em
C
Yo, where it started at? South, Rock!
C
Em
Yo, where my heart is at? South, Rock!
Bb
Em
South, South Bronx
C
Em
Peep it out while I tell ya like this
In every single hood in the world,
I'm called Chris
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It's the truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
Bb
Em
more bars than lawyers
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Em
The underground sound,
D#
Em
this is not easily found
G
Em
You don't need no rings to be down
G
Em
This is past the platinum and gold
We already had em, it's all
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Bb
Em
Here's the truth if it be told
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C
If you only holdin' them guns,
who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin',
has been reduced to a linkin'
Change the dial,
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Em
You free, runnin' the MTV,
tape tryin' to skate
You know the love of the
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C
are also called sins
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C
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You know you got the paper that spins
Em
G
You know the rap magazines
be wiped
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Em
C
Bb
Boom!
C
Yo,
South, South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
Yo, where my people at? South, Bronx
G
C
Bb
Come on, let's bring it back
C
G
I never was a king and
I'm not the prez
I'm a leader trying to keep
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I'll be trying to get you out of the bed
Em
D#
what has got to be said
C
G
I don't fill you with lead,
Follow this trend,
Who am I?
Just a scholar called KRS
You can spend your money on others
but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money
on drugs and still
Look around for conscious rappers,
yo, there ain't none left
I'm holdin' it down, better yet,
I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for some young bop
to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu,
puttin' new knowledge in you
cause I know what you been through
But, where it started at?
South, South, Bronx
Yo, where my people at?
South, South, Bronx
Yo, where my heart is at?
South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
Yo, where it started at?
South, Bronx
Yo, where my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo, where my heart is at?
South, Bronx
Come on, let's bring it back
South, South Bronx, boy
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