The Outrage chords by People Under The Stairs

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Em
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Bm
C

Intro 1

Verse 1
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Em 
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P...
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Em 
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It's that Los Angeles life,
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Em 
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c'mon... see a show... it's not...
Eh, I don't know,
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man... not dope... guys...
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Talk a lot of doo- doo on
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the internet about...
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Make it out to the street
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s once and a while...

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Verse 2
D 
The two- track electrical,
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medical metal- made
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A 
Minimal beat played,
freshly made each day
D 
With hands in the crates like
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kids on cookie plates
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The rookies wait, but I won't
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D 
retire 'til I'm eight tracks
A 
Leaving the tape recorded like Watergate
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On the map,
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like a thumbtack to navigate
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Bm 
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High- stakes, I delegate rap to elevate
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Delicate my debates with
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celibate beat tapes
D 
They don't touch,
Bm 
D 
I crush the crutch of personas
A 
Same players in the game
claiming that their owners
D 
Are not picked, my life,
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my music I make on my trip
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Something sensitive for the youth
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like My Dog Skip
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And not a little Bow Wow,
I rock the rap pow- wow
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Kids know the now,
they follow me like the Dow
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Over piper- pied,
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making a musical drive- by
On I- 5, I slide by,
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giving a high- five to tie- dyed hippies
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Trippy pen- tricks, when I write my class,
it's the shit that hits
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Don't ask,
it's none of your business, how I do it
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I send a sound wave forward,
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you pursue it
I knew it when I threw it out,
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it's moving it through in the cloud
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Rocking the crowd, making 'em proud,
playing it loud
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Slaying the wild beast,
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not from the East
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It's from the West of the beach
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where I perm and smoke sherm
D 
So take your turn to jock,
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I walk my block and talk
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To local shop owners about 'Pac
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and whether or not he's dead
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Quickly a critic, catch a bullet to the head,
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pull it, you're dead
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Looking into the light, go ahead,
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don't walk back
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G 
'Cause if you walk back,
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I'm cocked back
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The black senator strap,
and give the trigger a tap
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And you'll be hanging out with Biggie, Jesus,
or Roger from Zapp
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Take that! Lay flat and lay
Bm 
A 
low or catch a halo
G 
A 
While I move on to another
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song to collect my peso
C 
Fresh and not clean,
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A 
in between the bell curve bottom and the mean
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G 
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I mean, People Under The Stairs, heard not seen,
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fiend
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D 

Verse 3
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It's like an outrage when
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punks step on stage
G 
With the weak show, weak flow,
A 
you still get dough
D 
You ain't as dope as you thought,
not as nice as you claim
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Get ready for your downfall,
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it's only a game

Verse 4
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It's like an outrage
when punks step on stage
G 
With the weak show,
A 
weak flow, you still get dough
You ain't as dope as you thought,
D 
A 
not as nice as you claim
D 
G 
Get ready for your downfall,
A 
it's only a game

Verse 5
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It's like an outrage when
punks step on stage
G 
With the weak show, weak flow,
A 
you still get dough
D 
You ain't as dope as you thought,
not as nice as you claim
G 
Get ready for your downfall,
A 
it's only a game

Verse 6
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Yo, we be flowing against dudes,
going against rules
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If you thinking we came to lose,
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sucka, I got news
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It's the P's examiner,
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cock and then hammer ya
Better run, get protection,
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D 
the lesson we teach
Something you can't preach,
well, just listen
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It's hip hop backed by a
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couple of young guns
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You thinking we talking shit, homie
be having fun
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Because we been here for a minute,
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setting it off
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Just killing you soft,
for a small price, it's nice
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G 
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About fifteen for the LP, add the tax
D 
You see us on stage and we
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D 
giving it back
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One hundred and forty- nine,
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plus ten percent
D 
For my peoples in the crowd
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with the Js all lit
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And we the shit you can't flush,
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sit there and deal with it
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We come too real with
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it, you say we ill with it
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So, why would anybody want
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to do that? (Hey, do what?)
Diss the P and say the jam
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was wack
I'mma tell you niggas why
y'all talk too much
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D 
Ain't getting no attention,
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so you steady downing us
But we checking y'all like moms
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and homework
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(Forgot to put your name on
top) Watch the beat drop
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A 
Like my caddy when I finally get one,
I'm on two
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Fuck a backpack, big words,
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man, fuck you!
I heard you tryin' to funk,
A 
like, "These niggas is drunk!"
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They take theyself too serious
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(man!), making me furious (man!)
But not enough to start
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acting (nope!)
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Like I'm Larry Fishburne, I sit back
and smoke herb
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I'm coming in, covered deep,
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and I got my piece under the seat
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Bm 
D 
For any Oliver mark- ass t'Wang
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Call up the homie O- Dub,
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said "It's time to bring pain"
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G 
D 
Better get started on that farewell e- mail
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Tell 'em Double K and Thes
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One shall prevail
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It's the Old School Testament,
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ready to strike back
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To the dugout,
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so we can party all night
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"Slow down,
Double K!" is what the people say
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I reply "What? I can't!"
'cause I'm a champ
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D 
Like stepping to the Rap- girl's Delight
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Make it sunny at night with
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fresh beats that's tight
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Beats that sound right,
everything y'all like
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A 
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People Under The influence, stealing your bike,
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punk!