Tom: Eb major
Intro 1
Em
Gm
Em
Gm
Em
Verse 1
you know about writing rhymes
Your only chance to be remembered's
by the lines that you recite
Em
Gm
Cause there's no difference between you
and other kinds except your mic
And so if you ain't gonna come with it,
then they'll find another life
Em
Gm
So grab that pen and let it bleed
until that 8 -by -11 sheet
And get your confidence on ten,
Em
so them critiques can't tell you she
Gm
I ain't fought through hell and brim,
just so my voice can be discreet
And do not think because I'm sensitive,
Em
I'm prone to your defeat
Cause I'm a hard body, god body,
Gm
artist from the streets
And if you start it,
Em
I'ma finish your subconscious
while you sleep
Gm
Em
Like I'm Kruger, metal fingered barbs
Gm
will slice you in the deep
Em
Red and black striping sweater,
suede to let it rot the feet
I am born to win,
Gm
Em
Gm
so any opposition ain't official
Em
Spitting while you spitting two heads,
Gm
let's call that Michael Fisher
Every verse is my rehearsal,
every show an exhibition
Came to build the game,
let's call that demolition
This is the handsome
Gm
Em
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
This is the handsome
Gm
Em
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Gm
Em
Gm
This is the handsome
Em
Gm
So throw your hands up
Since I was small I knew that all my
dreams would come to pass
What I was waitin' on
Em
would finally see freedom at last
and he'll tell you that he's tired as hell
But he'd work harder if that meant
that I would break that glass
Em
You can't confine me any longer,
I'm too complex to be defined,
my mind don't pick that lock
I speak in metaphors,
the better your understanding of me
Cause I don't think you're ready
for how candidly I can preach
Em
Gm
I'm at the pulpit
pulling chapters out my background
Editing the rough drafts
almost enough
to make me back down
Em
Turn background and give it all away
Gm
before y mirror my mistakes
Em
Like let my fist stop me from being great
Gm
Em
How do you think it feels to
Cause you were born
somebody's little girl
And it don't matter if you bust
Em
unless your bust is being explored
Gm
Em
I must object to being the subject
Gm
of objectified implored
To turn my volume down
until my protests sound like
This is the anthem
Gm
Em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Em
Gm
This is the anthem
Em
Gm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Em
Gm
This is the anthem
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Em
Gm
yeah, is the answer
So throw your hands up
I'm sick of trying to prove my worth
My gift is starduff, it like work
F#m
When every word is magnified
Gm
F#m
And every verse is under scope
Gm
Is she that fine, is she fine?
Fm
Too profound to mark an eye
Em
No need ap proval to be true
To how I live and when I die
I make life each time I write
Gm
Conceive the future when I try
Crap my thoughts into an arrow
Em
Y 'all can marvel over why I want
truth though boys don't matter at all
Cause my music will leave legend
while they post legends of the fall
If I don't pay then they don't play,
so now my debt is null and void
I am free to speak my mind
Em
and not just mine, the latest whores
That too harsh,
Gm
Em
pardon me for being too forward
Gm
I'm just saying, you sell sex
to what's that called?
Em
It's their game and I'm just playing,
Gm
that make me, I sell dopeness
Am I trapping,
hustling hope to broken souls?
I'm packing heat
with every beat that I approach
Till the wheels falling off,
I'm gon' ride for mine tomorrow
Now put that down in history books,
I'm here forever
Em
Gm
Em
Gm
Em
Fuck the law
Gm
Em
Gm
Gm
Em
Gm
Em
Gm
F#m
Fm
Em
So throw your hands up
Gm
F#m
Fm
Em
Gm
F#m
Fm
Em
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