Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
C
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A
Bb
Y 'all some haters,
C
A
guess you are
Bb
Why them wanna hate on me,
Bb
Make these blind coons see that
D
Dm
fantasy is no longer reality
A
C
Am
Why them wanna hate on me,
Bb
C
when I'm only trying to
Bb
Make these blind coons see that,
fantasy is no longer reality
Dm
A
Man, only if y 'all dudes
A
Broke bread or toasted with a homie
Bb
The one and only MC who truly cares
A
How this funk plays out on your ears
While the world is watching
your worldly functions
A
Some other ship connections
Bb
Connections through directions
Dm
Produce new destinations,
D
Dm
remarkable cre ations
A
Bb
Through sight and sound,
that's how we get down
A
Yeah, I miss one, that's how she gets down
Bb
I freak this funk, never
Bb
A
D
I see you chumps hiding,
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Bb
hating on the D .E .C. L -A -I -M -E,
A
even with the eyes of Heru
Can't none of y 'all suckers see me
fake snakes come a dime a dozen
Gm
Bb
From 6 -O, yeah, he knows
A
Why they tryna hate on me
C
A
Make these blind coons see that
Bb
Fantasy is no longer reality
C
Huh, why them wanna hit on me
Dm
A
When I'm only tryna set
C
A
Make these blank, who see that
Bb
A
Fantasy is no longer reality,
Bb
C
Dm
reality
A
Bb
Only lame ducks hate on the D
And all them real humans
Like Twitter, never been a quitter,
C
Bb
A
Never back down, hold my own ground
Against all opposing foes
Bb
For this ain't friendly fire,
A
this that real black pickin' afros
Bout to take you higher
Bb
Like dummies sniffing coke
C
A
up they nose
Y 'all's funny like so -called pimps
Bb
In they sleepwalkin' hoes
Get that money, it's all a brother knows
A
That's called inexpensive clothes
Bb
C
All slingin' rock on the block
A
Prayin' not to get caught, whoa
act like your mama
A
Taught you or brought you up better
Never half -assed,
Bb
be a go -getter, trendsetter
C
Bb
A
But before you master your art
Master your heart
come a true MC like me
A
At least that's how I feel,
Dm
A
cause I keep my lyrics way, way too real
Bb
And from now until this planet stands still,
I will
A
Smash all fakes and phonies,
A
Bb
C
Bb
A
And shout out my name, DJ
D
Dm
Bb
Why them wanna hit on me,
when I'm only tryna set
Make these blind coons see that,
Bb
Dm
fantasy is no longer reality
A
Bb
And oh, I'm so blessed to be here,
each year,
A
I let y know how much every beat I touch
Bb
It's magic, in words sleep men
Bb
C
A
been in space and time from within
my ship rolls deep
A
so if you're ready get in
But only if you're ready,
Bb
to open up your mind states,
C
if not, I hope you're ready to swim
A
I got them piranhas on ya,
Bb
tearing deep into your skin
A
We ain't in this to lose,
we in this to win,
Bb
An d can true change begin?
C
A
And now I got my second wind
Bb
Hype, I hope that y 'all can
comprehend
Thanks to the ancients
Bb
Reach of this original old
school boom bap
A
Feel that all over this map
C
Why they tryna hate on me
Bb
Dm
A
When I'm only tryna set these suckas free
Let these fake coons see that
Bb
C
Fantasy is no longer reality
A
Why them tryna hate on me
Bb
When I'm tryna help these
Bb
that fantasy is no longer reality
Outro 1
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Am
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