Stylesondeck chords by Volume 10

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Verse 1
G 
 (G major) Ooh,
damn, the album's finished and shit
I can't even say that, huh?
I'd rather say,
this is the beginning of the album
And, don't try to claim that star!
You're a motherfuckin' liar!
See me gettin' to where I was goin' before
I even got there!
Jumped on the bandwagon
before it even started!
Liar!
Liar!
PENCIL
FIRE!
YOU
WON'T
GET
MUCH
HIGHER!
I'm an intellectual fool
Copy, copy of my status
Singing the blues, photogenic so
Splendid shootin' the moon,
total eclipse when you caught him
In a lunar cycle, I go psycho
Sixty degrees past triple,
back to spot where I started
Duh- oh, badness, dumbness,
progress, said I'll never leave this
Ah- oh, marketable ability,
honorable agility
Fool, get away from me
Got to get paid in this hip- hop shit
Takin' another step from
the plantation tip
Months, bits closer from civilization
Who's rippin' the world
up technically?
What the deff?
Off the subject, I'm givin' a fake
Flake, wait, there's more
Combustion,
blowin' up the west coast
Poppin' the light post,
poppin' the right coast
Cool coast, motherfuckers,
we like motorcycles
High post, with a back on the rack,
on the roast
I'm
Duff
Lake, I'm swingin' in the direction
of roast
Punk motherfuckers hot as they
are, cruel as a kangasaur
Boy!
I got stars on deck
Just in case any punk fool
try to sweat
Thinkin' my style's in them jacks
Exactly why I keep them in check
B 
Hey  (B major) 
Jellybean bastards,
G 
B 
 (G major) can't go so  (B major) blasted
G 
About a  (G major) minute,
B 
 (B major) you gotta rhyme, splendid
Say it, sow, in it, no
G 
Then you  (G major) gotta go back to the
lab you came from
Rentin', dentin',
maybe you get props like rentin'
Twin rat- face in the core
space of humanity
Punk motherfucker, you gotta be
Somethin' in common
with my daddy
Harkin' up lines daily
It seems, I'm the wind beneath your wings
As the shotgun screams
A vision plucked from the scene, it was
Dean
Somebody that looked like
Dino
Is in the crowd, yo
Give him a nudge,
I wanna say what's up
Ain't nobody runnin' up
Well, here's a mic
Open mic
Here's a mic
Ain't nobody runnin' up, right
For fools still out to get me
Sweat me from the east side to
LA
Sit there, reflect,
you never know who's in the good light
Which strike, you never know
who a fool sound like
Who's hype,
I'm inclined to say it's me
Fools from
L.A
Jimmy hats on my
Jimmy
I saw how close you're playin'
About as close as a bulletproof
vest I'm wearin'
Swearin' you hyper,
but you can't be me, sir
Stuck with that flippity flop floppin'
You stole from
Mike, but I'm the cop
Slim
You got caught shopliftin' twice
That ain't nice
Try to get no respect
You gotta keep em in check
G 
I gotta  (G major) keep em in check
G 
You gotta keep em in  (G major) check
I got stars on deck
Just in case any punk fool
Tryna sweat me
Taking my stars and inject
Exactly why I keep em in check
I got stars on deck
Just in case any punk fool
Tryna sweat me
Taking my stars and inject
Exactly why
I, keep on
MJ- ing
Jay
I cast out, go, I cast out, go, I cast out, go
Jay
I cast out, go, I cast out, go, I cast out, go
Jay