Street Poet chords by Slowpoke

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
Ghetto Poetic,
Fools of Battles, Pathetic
F 
You put a man to reject it
cause I'm a klepto
Am 
We let this apparel dependence
The second barrel turn you to resin
F 
And there's several that
share those perspectives
But careful, this text is ap
Am 
parel's perfection
Not just stereotypical
F 
Average flow, average joke
Check the atlas of the globe
Am 
I'm bout to make a cabbage fold
Status pro
F 
Like a fucking Maddox troll
Fucking savage
Ripping Adam's apple
Am 
out your throat
Swimming through my flow
It's like in the Atlantic
F 
With a motherfucking
paddle boat
Supernatural
Am 
Magical Factual Raps I wrote
F 
Of lack of snaps
And being broke
Slowpoke
No joke
Am 
Won't choke
Blowing smoke
As I'm rolling the coast
F 
Told me pour me a drink
No, that's not what you normally think
Am 
Off the chain,
why you not a fully formed link?
F 
I'm like a venomous snake,
spittin' poisonous ink
Am 
Cause I'm the shit, homeboy,
and I know that shit stink
F 
Be that young street rebel slash street poet,
you know it
Am 
The greatest rhyme creator
on both sides of the equator
F 
The lyrical messiah
known as the people's savior
Am 
Street poet, bitch,
the streets know it, bitch
F 
Be that young street rebel slash street poet,
you know it
Am 
Street poet bitch,
the streets know it bitch
F 
Be the greatest mind creator
on both sides of the equator
Am 
Street poet bitch,
the streets know it bitch
F 
Be that young street rebel slash
street poet you know it
Am 
Street poet bitch, the streets know it bitch
F 
Be the greatest mind creator
on both sides of the equator
Am 
The root of all evil
is show the truth of our people
F 
Throw a cruise in my wrinkle,
keeping an eye out through
the peephole
Am 
Cause I   don't trust people,
cause people got way too much
F 
to prove to their ego
No room for new amigos,
Am 
cause most is focused on steep notes
F 
And mainly why we fuck with cheap hoes
Who fuck to blow weed smokin'
Am 
even though I got three loaves
Thick as meatloaf,
F 
you couldn't kill the slice, bitch
But you could blow the dice, bitch
Am 
Right before I roll the shit,
I'm that street poet
F 
Homie, you should already know this shit
But in case you ain't know this, bitch
Am 
You could deep throat slowpoke stick
F 
Oh shit, I'm here to warn the rich
Am 
Concerns of which you may learn from this
As the world turns and twists
F 
You may face a bit turbulence
Cause all my words are mint
Am 
I   went from nicks to
dimes to rhymes on discs
F 
But keep in mind homie, that I'm no bitch
Am 
I put half a bullet in your left half a head
F 
I know a bitch with half a lip
So she give half a head
Am 
When it's money over bitches
Cause I'd rather have that cash instead
F 
And I  don't really give a fuck
In who you think raps the best
Am 
Street poet, bitch, the streets know it, bitch
F 
Be that young street rebel slash
street poet, you know it
Am 
Street poet, bitch, the streets know it, bitch
F 
Be the greatest line creator
on both sides of the equator
Am 
Street poet, bitch, the streets know it,
F 
Be that young street rebel slash
street poet, you know it
Am 
Street poet, bitch, the streets know it, bitch
F 
Be the greatest line creator
on both sides of the equator
Am 
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