Tom: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
Verse 2
Here we go...here we go...
Em
Back on the journey again,
tool is the pad and pen
Cool is the fan as the wind,
soothin' you after I send
True inter vision risen and driven
while givin' you my
Isms of intuition while
niggaz is livin' a LIE
Syllables spill and I fly,
high as a pittacle rhyme
Not to belittle a fool, but try
to get into you my
Lyrics inherited form awareness
somewhere in the sky
Clearly you'll give them merit
and cherish 'em better wit' time
There is none ever and on like rivers,
so clever I shine
Verbal ambassador travel in
this endeavor of mine
Never a anti- gangster,
the ghetto is still on the mind
If I was, not rappin',
a nigga might be up inside
All of you terraces,
stealin' wallets and necklaces, I
A
Em
Give hella gratefulness for the
blessin' share this and fly
C
Everywhere people outside
Em
the culture now try to deFINE
What it is, but it is MINE,
such it is, love with BLIND
Vision but no division is vivid
we livin' inside
Vicious vindictive and mental
prisons from within the mind
I sit and find stillness from minutes
is written the RHYME
Gettin' you smitten wit' it, particularly
if you're a prime
Listener, listen up,
twist it up like the lyrics was lime
Vintage is instant, so give it up
when you hear it recited
Recite it at attention,
relivin' tension and bendin' yo' spine
Sendin' you signals to get yo'
internal system aligned
C
Lyrical pittacle, situation is critical
Em
Syllable after syllable, Give It To You,
deliver you my -
Intervals,
sendin' you through dimensions who didn't know
Hidden in you, within you, when
you get in the begin into it
Sentiments internets, couldn't send
you yet signals you get
Rippin' through skin and through tissue,
fix you elixirs that MIGHT -
(lift your peripheral vision,
the mystical wisdom that tends
To go into the infinite system of livin'
and this is the ending
As well as the beginning of
the Gift and his prime)
Mission the bliss is divine,
Christen it, isn't it fine?
Listen and dissin' it,
that's the incident innocent
Men and women hit, lyrics is killin'
niggaz, they shivelin'
The predicaments thick, and it spills the wig of the ignorant lyricist,
puttin' fear in their spirit...
Yo, that's my time!
F#m
B
Verse 3
B
I know all you fellas have had a lady in your life that,
Bm
you really appreciated
B
Bsus4
B
Bsus4
And you wanted to do something special for her and,
Bm
Well, I gotta lady like that,
B
E
B
A
and I wrote this song to her...
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