Tom: E minor
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
When
G#m
the lightning strikes
and the thunder crashes,
I'll be somewhere laughing
C#m
Y 'all too busy timing
while I rained all on your cabin
G#m
Unchained you from the mainline
and detain your puppet masters
C#m
Ask me why the flow so dope,
that's just the angels flexing
G#m
They showing off their black star
C#m
in a lane of Anglo -Saxons
I'ma name all of my lamest tracks
and still be the flamest rapping
blaze laces to your classics
C#m
I'm Ellison and Baldwin,
Usain minus the passion
G#m
So who you think the people
gon' believe
when it all come crashin'?
C#m
Cause money don't mean nada
when your product go last season
G#m
And the U .S. Treasurer
gets trust and bound
and charged with treason
C#m
If you're on out of turn,
they got that medal in the AU
G#m
You'll be waitin' in line,
askin' the government to pay you
C#m
They'll privatize and slave you,
I was one time and save you
G#m
Now step into my mental wonderland,
C#m
man, what's takin' you?
G#m
C#m
It's black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
we can have it, gon' go sweat glands
C#m
You wanna test the God, Lord,
don't make me act rash
G#m
C#m
Like a spark, it built a blazing fire
up my back legs
G#m
C#m
It's black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
C#m
we can have it, gon' go sweat glands
G#m
C#m
You wanna test the God, Lord,
G#m
don't make me act rash
C#m
Like a spark, it built a blazing fire
up my back legs
G#m
I'm ten zillion, like,
years away from any MC breathin'
C#m
If heaven had a name,
then it'd be Psyrock, Hannah, Shiva
G#m
I Buddha, Krishna, Shango, Allah,
Christ, you in the believin'
C#m
Heist your followers with a haiku,
then invite you to our religion
G#m
See, I'm the type to fight the fame,
but still be in love with the game, though
C#m
And you the type that love to hate me,
you relish in the painful
G#m
See, all the greatest prophets
had detractors at they table
C#m
They the first ones makin' plates
from off the fruits of all my labor
G#m
Rebuke these smiling faces,
I take real evil over kind -fakeness
C#m
Watch me wrap the straight lines
of the pious from the faithless
G#m
You pilot tryin' to crucify
messiahs
for they greatness
C#m
I'm Tony the Tiger, homie,
ain't no denyin' my nature
G#m
It's proven, a man with no cause
will fall from his floors
C#m
So all them charlatans
you follow
bout to drown in they ponds
G#m
You can either follow the leader
or two -step on they bones
I neutralize your group,
attack of the clone
G#m
C#m
This black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
G#m
C#m
I'm back at it, we can have it,
G#m
gon' go sweat glands
C#m
You wanna test the God, Lord,
G#m
don't make me act rash
Diamonds spark and build a place
C#m
G#m
an d fire up my hat ledge
C#m
This black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
G#m
C#m
I'm back at it, we can have it,
G#m
gon' go sweat glands
C#m
You wanna test the guard, Lord,
don't make me act raged
G#m
Let us walk and build the place
C#m
G#m
an d fire up my neck
I'm the 25th century,
solar complementary
C#m
Holy Mike controller of the
royal parliamentary
G#m
Dopest to the nth degree,
who compete in mentally?
C#m
Me and rap like Ruby Dee and Ossie,
G#m
part of meant to be
Now pass me the baton,
C#m
I'ma take you to the winner's circle
Draped in garments like Alice's
magnum opus
Tinted purple,
G#m
that's that Empress Menace shit
Fine silks and linen fits,
C#m
F .O .I. and shockers on the goons
Why, who finna flinch?
G#m
You don't wanna sound
But with the lyrical Dalai Lama,
C#m
spit a piece and slant your cheek
from out your chest
And leave you stronger
G#m
than when I met you
Use the force like Jedi weapons,
balance dark and light
C#m
Uram glow the brightest,
shiny beacon in the darkest night
G#m
That be mine, cause humble
never ever pay my bills
C#m
And hunger made me a predator,
never pray before my meals
C#m
I quickly turn you agents in the shield
Block your hateful talking,
save your final statements for the will
C#m
This BlackMagic for them addicts
and the rapper fans
G#m
Im back at it, we can have it
Go go Sweatlands
You wanna test the guard,
C#m
G#m
no don't make me act rash
C#m
Línhospark can feel the blazing fire
up my back leg
G#m
This is BlackMagic for
C#m
them addicts
and the rapper fans
G#m
C#m
Im back at it, we can have it
You wanna test the guard,
C#m
no don't make me act rash
G#m
C#m
Línhospark can feel the blazing fire
G#m
C#m
G#m
up my back leg
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