Key: D minor
Intro 1
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Ebm
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Verse 1
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trust me to bust free
As a bird bust we insist to enlighten
When I'm writing don't
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be frightened
like a horror story
Misplacing and chasing the
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Afraid from the tracks that I laid
Your body feels nauseous
Speakin' to yourself,
how much more can I take?
Wonder will it ever end?
Is it real, is it fake?
Only if it's not my homie
Though we tend to make you like
it, hype it, spike it if you hate it
Weighted, top notch, on the block,
Dm
Am
hard to be eliminated
Preconceived notions,
tracks, and fat raps
I'm not here to try to scare you,
music and let loose
So if you want it, it ain't on it,
Dm
Gm
don't judge a book by its covers
Am
Dm
Am
One, two, one, two
Really though, huh?
Gm
Am
Dm
Let's crack it, don't be no punk
That's from the trunk
to the back packet
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Gm
Givin' ya bumps like a goose jacket
It's all music, so fuck the facade
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Am
Break that fear, make that ear
Feel the force while we make that clear
We're the source,
Gm
Am
so come right back here
The funk's from Cali
and the underground's not a avenue
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It's our alley, mad if it pounds
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Actin' like a bunch of female bastards,
hell, this stage funky
Am
Shit face, plaster, sunken, drunken style
Quit hatin', you ain't heard
I'll remain great while they bury my trade
Gm
Am
We push the envelope like anthrax
Don't worry where my funk from
Now what's funky, we'll decide
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Monkey killin' rodents like cyanide
I'll do your ride like suicide
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Dm
Everything I ever wrote was witty
I got fools trying to quote,
man, I came from the city of dope
And no, it's not gritty,
pity the one who can't run
with the ball
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I mean what I wrote
When we lay down these notes as a team,
You're not about to steer,
but you can cast a vote here
And learn a rope, you yearn for the hope
We dish it out daily,
Clear the sinus,
Gm
Am
my freedom's not a crime, it's timeless
take that to the almighty
I got a raw spidey sense,
Intense,
studies with my buddies on what's there
Just a little funk,
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Am
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you shouldn't be scared
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Let the funk burn like skunk,
turn like pikes
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ridin' like handlebars to mic
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I like the herbs to write
Kinda like the fight to enlighten,
black lights exposing
Tacky tights and trojans,
can't rap with emotion
Can't clap on beat, no style on file
Looking foul in the back,
that swollen cranial waist
No taste, no bass, no grace,
With a razor cut to the trunk
I got my stripes on tight,
cranking it left to the right
All night we do it like this,
so capture the rapture of this
You can't clap with a fist,
Be prepared for the bump
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and surround the knock
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