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Under My Bed chords by Lotek Hi-Fi

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Intro 1
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G#m
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Verse 1
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Which came first,
the chicken or the egg
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Who wrote this verse, the critical betrayal
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Who made this beat?
Don't you hear what I said?
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I mean, you don't make
it all under my bed
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
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Who wrote this verse, the critical legit?
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And who made this beat?
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Don't you hear what I said?
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I mean, you don't make it, yo,
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under my bed
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Sometimes I'm a loner,
but I don't bother to start
I formulate flow through eruption trials
Still some stressed this bro
with attempts to defile
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I hit them with the sonic boom like
Street
Fighter
Gal
Then I asked them,
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who put this together?
Like
Starface in
Act 3
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Under a bed on
Old
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Kent I make beats on my
PCs
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Couldn't give a shit bag, turd or feces
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My burner ain't no joke and I blaze up
CDs
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Switching up speeds from
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2 to 40 times
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Make up 80 beats,
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then think of 40 rhymes
That's me, one crazy
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IC3
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Amazing new
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LP, don't believe it,
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wait and see
Who's laughing now?
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
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Who wrote this verse,
the critic or the tread?
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And who made this beat,
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don't you hear what I said?
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I mean you gon' make
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it all under my bed
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Which came first,
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the chicken or the egg?
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Who wrote this verse,
the critic or the tread?
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And who made this beat,
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don't you hear what I said?
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And me alone make it,
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yo, under my bed
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They can't stop me coming
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like 40 prophylactics
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Nine years in the lab,
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a long time since I cracked it
Got an airtight plan, and a
Trojan horse packed it
Known as
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Mr.
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Candu, so
Mr.
Will backed it
Might argue over
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Jackless, but agree about the factless
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Now we're passing through
like the court of
King
Character
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Chris
Lotek's got enough stars,
you can count them on my abacus
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Comparison's diabolous,
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the motive's diabolous
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Hecklers chatting fast like a two
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-faced schizophrenic
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No need to do the math,
when the outcome's academic
What they know about
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Bennett, best they go check theyself
Off my methods, tried and tested,
experiment like
Philip
Nell
Off no searching for the 13th,
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I found it on the 12th
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Don't hope I exit my left hand,
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just to sound like someone else
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Still I toast at your health and
challenge you to drinking games
Look for answers in pint glasses,
the question still remains
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Which came first?
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Don't you hear what I said?
Which came first,
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the chicken or the egg?
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Who wrote this verse, the critic or the jad?
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And who made this beat,
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don't you care what I said?
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Me alone make it, yo, under my bed
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Me alone make it, yo, under my bed
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Yo, under my bed
Gettin' over my bed, under my bed
Slippin', drippin',
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head back in hot summer's heads
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Flippin' over my bed, under my bed
Slippin', drippin',
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head back in hot summer's heads
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