Old Emcees: acordes por
Lpg
Lpg

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Tom: G# minor
Intro 1
Em
Em
Verse 1
Em
Em
Yeah, I know it ain't fair,
but I don't even care
I took the stage with a blank
page and a stare
Like you wasn't even there, right?
I'm bussin' for me,
I'm sick of tellin' y 'all how it's
supposed to be
They tell me dance around the mic,
I should entertain you
Give em what they like, they paying,
no one will blame you
What about them cats
who love them straight raps
Ain't got snaps for records,
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Em
but pay you in daps
And what about the lil homies
who love the flows
Ain't got the glow,
but support at your shows
Naw man, I figure dancing ain't for me
I'm orchestrated violence,
old school LPG
They call us tyrants,
but I know why I'm supposed to be
Purpose defiance with a degree of poetry
And I'ma tell you so you know it's me
My name is Dax, been down since Cool J was dope with
an iced tea dog to wax with a two second sample
of two term tables
in a kettle box
tricked out into a two track
I'll give y a second to see if
you can remember that
but if you would've never left
you wouldn't have to go back
You can't teach a O .M .C. new tricks
we come in strictly hardcore lyrics
we motivate the party with a mic
move your body
if you like real rap when you hear it
You can't teach a O .M .C. new tricks
we come in strictly hardcore lyrics
We motivate the party with a mic,
move your body if you like,
we'll rap when you get rich
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Em
Yeah, life ain't fair,
still I keep my hands raised
And I stand amazed,
thus reason for penitent man's praise
In a song of life,
I realize I'm just a note
So when the band plays,
I muster up enough to bust a folk
In a form of gust of smoke,
I slam phrases through your veins
As opposed to up your range,
y 'all OD'd just the same
So don't ask me if I dance low,
I prance and stomp
In the midst of the pumping
circumstance,
I rock the car
And escape the tame times
where the imagination climbs
Each rung increase the distance
between yours and mine
On course for fine tune
and eventual spine movement
These cats can't back it up
when chiropractic's proven
I'm graphic, picture that, I'm
a picture of Christian rap
But the dap I receive most
come from secular cats
And that's exactly how we planned it,
God demanded
So we came through,
like diamonds through the garden
We flamed through, paper lines,
no chasin' mine
I don't blame you,
I wouldn't claim your coup either
Underneath the rubble's where you see
the Opposition of the W. Covina
Just for y 'all to see
what a true MC does
You can't teach a old MC new tricks
We comin' strictly hardcore lyrics
We motivate the party with a mic
Move your body if you like
real rap when you hear it
You can't teach a old MC new tricks
We comin' strictly hardcore lyrics
We motivate the party with a mic
Move your body if you like real
rap when you hear it
Man, I'm the same MC that I
was when I first began
Holdin' down forever MC
with a master plan
Time travel, MC, not bound to the era
A classic rhyme writer,
dictator to style change
And call it as I see it, last shot gang breaker
Ball it as I be it, sucker, rap a title taker
A ghetto blastin', outblastin' MC
Hit the record five years later,
still feel me, MC
And I'm an MC, ex -breaker,
ex -pop blocker
Now rockin', turn out a crowd
with talent well endowed
Bout to knock it out the park,
my words make up the stars
You keep seein' evidence in my pencil
when it's dark
I'm an MC, never foldin',
holdin' the ark for battle
No doubt that's my callin'
since at the park they called Shadow
Began ballin' and fallin'
and lines blew to be exact
Cushioned by paper stacks
in twenty years of rap
You can't teach a O .M .C. new tricks
We comin' strictly hardcore lyrics
We motivate the party with a mic
Move your body if you like
real rap when you hear it
You can't teach a O .M .C. new tricks
We comin' strictly hardcore lyrics
We motivate the party with a mic
Move your body if you like
real rap when you hear it
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