Start Somethin' chords by The Cross Movement

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Verse 1
Am 
Bang, bang, hay, hay, hay, bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, Dibby, Baby!
Come on! Stand up! Get tall!
Hands up!
B 
Burn up!
Slut something!
Bb 
Am 
Get your butt pumping! Yeah!
Skunk jumping around
and if you're under the ground
I'll knock you down with
a slender sound!
Come on! Stand up! Get tall!
Hands up!
C 
Burn up !
B 
Slut jumping!
Bb 
Get your butt pumping!
Am 
Slut something!
The world needs what you have
back to the lab till you master it,
I'm out to de -
C 
Am 
Destroy this track, your boy is back
B 
Who would think gospel tactics
Bb 
Am 
would employ rap?
But, since I know heads
have enjoyed that
I rock it till the wheels fall off
like a Benz or a Jag
C 
B 
See, if I never get dough like woe is cool
Bb 
Am 
Just to know I never sold my soul
My goal is to get souls, not to go gold
To get answers to shorty
before she's dancing go -go
And to fuck the bull
C 
before they call the po -po
B 
Or he ends up in a morgue
Bb 
Am 
with a tag on his toe
See, if they can talk about cash
and trash and their raps
Then we can talk about snatching
cats out of traps
C 
That's set for your soul,
B 
let's set it and roll
Bb 
Till we end up in our heavenly home
Am 
Who cares about how much
or whether we've blown
It's not man, but by God,
that is best to be known
Come on! Stand up, get your hands up,
B 
burn up
Start jumpin',
Bb 
Am 
get your heart bumpin', yeah
Start jumpin' around,
and if you're under the ground
I know you're down with this
thunderous sound
Come on! Stand up,
B 
get your hands up, burn up
Start jumpin',
Bb 
Am 
get your heart bumpin', yeah
Start jumpin',
the world needs what you have
Back to the lab till you master your craft
C 
It's time to strike up the band
B 
Rise up and stand and draw lines
Bb 
Am 
in the sands of time
We stand behind what we believe in
Following God most wide,
ready to die like Stephen
C 
B 
Whether put to death or put to the test
Bb 
Am 
Being with God, better put it to rest
But we can't go leave it in print
like a foot to the chest
With truth that'll shoot
through your bulletproof vest
C 
Am 
Watch out! He's vintage,
C 
Am 
no, he's vintage
B 
Like age wine,
Bb 
a stage with rhyme sentence
Am 
But since man at his core
is mad hard to reach
We know the Lord is using
more than just parts of speech
C 
Paragraphs, paired up to smash,
B 
still bring the heat,
Bb 
Am 
open air, ducks and shafts
Who can last in the smoldering heat,
when he throws the cold shoulder
at his judgement seat?
Huh?
C 
The very breath that we breathe,
B 
and every gift we receive
Bb 
Is in the palm of his hand,
Am 
with no tricks up his sleeve
Isn't that a relief?
C 
So sit back and you see,
Am 
kick up your feet, take it in
and take it back to the streets
B 
Stand up, get slow, hands up, word up
Bb 
Snuck something in, is
your heart pumping?
Am 
Yeah, start jumping around,
and if you're under the ground
I know you're down with
this thunderous sound
Come on, stand up, get your hands up,
C 
B 
burn up, start jumpin',
Bb 
Am 
get your heart pumpin', start somethin'
The world needs what you have,
back to the lab till you master it for after
C 
I'm in the eye of the storm,
high above norm,
B 
Bb 
before the most high when
Am 
I perform
An audience of one watchin',
one chair, one stare,
hopin' he's still there when
I'm done rockin'
C 
And if he's there,
then I hope that he's pleased with me,
B 
Am 
this is not done easily
I cook mics, but the rhyme books that I write change since
the Father's aim is to see Jesus Christ look alike
So they're more like the sun,
that thematic becomes
B 
Bb 
As less laps around the track
Am 
that I have to run
New characters sprung,
old habits get shunned
Now we're having some fun, too bad
cause now the track's done