Tom: F minor
Intro 1
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Life is the chosen one,
Verse 1
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explosive tongue
Any rapper sounding like this,
A
you know where he's stolen from
Em
He hold the mic like a soldier hold a gun
When the flow is done,
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Em
I'll leave you rappers nameless,
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wanna rock you couldn't tame this
You claim you're hot,
I'll come up in your spot
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an d leave you unflameless
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Many rappers are brainless,
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please let me explain this
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on a mission to be aimless
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Dreaming of being famous,
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everyday a new pair of trainers
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Sporting the latest flavors
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like Nikes made of skins of alligators
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Bad boy video type chaps
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who's Lexus's and Mercedes
We're rapping other people's styles
Em
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like Wu -Tang and Slim Shady's
But when I get to the end of a hundred bars
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I still haven't breathed yet
Em
Blagger rappers muffling
the words
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Sabotaging their own sets
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so that you can't hear what they saying
Em
It's not for the love of hip hop
that they making tracks
E
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They faking that but I be blazing raps,
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attacking wack rappers and
What you got to say to that?
boy, keep your mouth closed
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When it's open, you're
spitting unaudible
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and unapplaudable foul flows
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I doubt those who claim
to be professional
are even amateur
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Don't fool yourself because you got a label,
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A damager with this style,
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firing paralysis missiles
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And a pirate -technique rocket launcher,
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life, you watch me get wild
the earth revolving,
Em
E
with every verse I'm quoting
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Drop acid raps on battle cats
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and watch their flesh dissolving
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When I rap, my complex
thought patterns
rapidly start evolving
Each of my brain cells
holding thousand times
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intelligence, I'm a dolphin
Em
With the speed of teleporting,
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with lyrics no one can match me
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I'm so ahead of the rest,
I'm still waiting for the future to catch me
E
Em
So listen, Kimo Sabe,
with the speed of a Kawasaki
or a Ducati
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You better run when you see this snatch,
you ain't no Cassie
E
Em
My status is unquestionable,
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my thirst is unquenchable
Em
I'm a Rasta Space Sentinel
Am
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with skills extra light terrestrial
Em
Natural like organic vegetables
and best of all
I'm bringing pain to whack
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MCs and getting kicked
inside their testicles
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Light is the chosen one,
explosive tongue
Any rapper sounding like this,
Am
A
you know where he stole it from
Em
He hold the mic like a soldier hold a gun
When the flow is done,
A
Am
MCs they fold and run
Em
Life is the chosen one, explosive tongue
Any rapper soundin' like this,
Am
A
you know where he stole it from
Em
He holds a mic like a soldier hold a gun
When the flow is done,
Am
MCs, they fold and run
I drown you in my saliva,
Original metaphor, lyricist,
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don't need a ghostwriter
with so many words,
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I blew up my typewriter
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Fire igniter, when I take to the stage,
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I call the firefighters
but they're not,
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they sound like Pookie, I'm Ross
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For the dark, when they see the light,
Am
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I'm like a madman with a Glock
MCs think they're a Batman, but they're not
Em
I give them a shot, with lyrics I drop,
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takin' their empty brains an d stuff
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Filling them up, lice an d swats
Buckling MC quicker than sorrow
and drawing swords
Impersonating wack rappers
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back to the drawing boards
Em
Skills what I endorsed with a force to
While MC's sing they can rock a crowd up on
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the stage and embarrass themselves
Em
Spitting gimmicks in lyrics,
two punch lines then they're finished
Now the crowd they want
their money back
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Claiming the show be timid,
Spitting ghetto soldier lyrics
Vocally dropping bolding lyrics
on these frigid MC's
Am
Em
Crushing their souls and spirits,
never be doubting me, look out for me
Me and the mic be a bigger
deadly jewel
than spongy brain
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and foot or mouth disease
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Like a car without the keys, don't start
Run in your mouth to me,
my futuristic sign
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could defeat your medieval alchemy
Em
Crack a skull with flows
like falling head first from a balcony
Cause life I'm setting present
and showing these rappers how to be
Life is the chosen one, explosive tongue
Any rapper sounding like this,
Am
you know where he's stolen from
Em
He hold a mic like a soldier hold a gun
When the flow is done,
A
Am
MC's they fold and run
Em
Life is the chosen one, explosive tongue
Any rapper sounding like this,
A
you know where he's stolen from
Em
He hold a mic like a soldier hold a gun
When the flow is done,
Am
A
Em
MC's they fold and run
Am
Em
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Yeah, uh, ride 2002
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DJ Nappa Zebra
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Em
Traffic
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Yeah
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Yeah
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You
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