Tom: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
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Yeah, I've been around the
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C#m
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motherfuckin' world
C#m
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The fuck you know?
Verse 2
C#m
When you make a new album
It's not good as the last one
Verse 3
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See all them cheap- ass niggaz that review
your record
C#m
Them suckers with fancy iPods, like a
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And go on the internet like a booking
C#m
agent asking you for a free show
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They destroyed the goodness like
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somebody pissin' in the snow
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C#m
A bunch of un derground
Verse 4
groups,
Goin' out with they ass out and
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a cheap- ass band
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For five hundred a night,
that's the reason why hip- hop is dead
Your venue is booked up, with
Verse 5
circus clown acts
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That perform cheaply, in your local paper
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I see the same lame niggaz in the Village
C#m
Voice and the L.A. Weekly
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Doin' them same bullshit
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These cats performin' for cold
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cuts and juice backstage
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Need to stop immediately
Verse 6
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People that can't find your record,
C#m
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stop lyin' and go to Virgin
Otherwise you should cut yourself in the
face like a surgeon
C#m
Always searchin' on the web,
like you spend money
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When the mer chandise show up
Verse 7
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
Always talkin' out your ass
G#
C#m
I remember when chicks used to fuck a superstar
Verse 8
Now they want you to meet
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And go home with them and
meet they brother in the car
And play some rapper who's tryin' to be Kool Keith,
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that shit is bizarre
Verse 9
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They gettin' sick on the floor on drugs like
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night; they takin' it too far
C#m
G#
After I get off stage they wanna
hop to another bar
C'mon man,
C#m
I got one night in your town
Verse 10
G#
You're gonna play a bullshit guy on your CD
C#m
that sound like I sound
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Promoters wanna talk shit
and pull me down
Pick me up from the airport in a bullshit
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truck and drop me off
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Bitch you ain't gotta take me around
Verse 11
G#
C#m
any way to rejuvenate
G#
Is Keith gonna show up ?
Oh you can hate
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Hippie Euro savin' bastard,
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C#m
I was there live
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Right in London for two weeks
C#m
with my fuckin' outfit
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All these rumors how the fuck they get in your head?
Verse 12
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Where you hear this shit?
I'm in Paris tonight
Verse 13
I did, I quick and split
C#m
G#
C#m
Always talkin' out your ass
G#
C#m
(Shut the fuck up)
G#
C#m
Always talkin'
(Shut the fuck up)
C#m
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All them acts, y'all call them niggaz Ain't no real
Verse 14
showmen like
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With black t- shirts,
what's creative about this? You tell me first
These people supportin'
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'em wear tight- ass pants
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Skulls on they belt buckles be the
Verse 15
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worst
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I've been in three hundred
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million ten magazines
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C#m
What the fuck you gon' wait for me
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C#m
To put me on the cover of Spin magazine?
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Pages out here that's full of
Verse 16
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untalented motherfuckers I've never seen
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Young editors with a dick in they
mouth on the scene
I'm your fuckin' kid's dream,
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jewelry and a lot of pussy
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Already I feel like I play on
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C#m
Whatever you don't like you can hate
Verse 17
G#
I know you a guy that just got the job
C#m
cause you fuckin' fake
G#
I take your chick out for dinner
for a milkshake
You name a rapper you like,
I'm not funny at all duke
Verse 18
I'll take a piss in his face
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Always talkin' out your ass
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C#m
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Always talkin' out your ass
G#
C#m
Always talkin' out your ass
Verse 19
G#
G#
C#m
Always talkin' out your ass
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(Shut the fuck up)
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