This is a very easy song to play just 4 chords all the way through.
A Cadd7 G D
e|--0-------3------3----3-------------------------------------------------|
B|--2-------3------3----2-------------------------------------------------|
G|--2-------0------0----3-------------------------------------------------|
D|--2-------2------0----0-------------------------------------------------|
A|----------3------2------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------3------------------------------------------------------|
A Cadd7
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
G D
We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
A
The contribution is clear
Cadd7
You add water to bone
G D
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
A
Now if you like the tone
Cadd7
And how the harmony's done
G D
And the sucka mc's die before they've begun
A
Well I'd like to know if
Cadd7 G
You've got the notion
D
Cause we're number one
A Cadd7
I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours
G
I'm just on some other shit
D A
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
Cadd7
So when you hear it you can feel it
G D
The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
A Cadd7
No interference we persevere
G
The purpose is clear
D
We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe
A
You're lurking in fear
Cadd7
Cause we take it back like robbin loxly
G D
Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be
A Cadd7
I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
G D
To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel
A
Its not about the bills
Cadd7
That's not keeping it real
G D
A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals
A Cadd7
We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
G D
Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death
A Cadd7
Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats
G
Rewind and feel the heat
D
Recline and take a seat
So ah...
Chorus x2:
A Cadd7
Let's take you back to the concrete streets
G D
Original beats with real live mc's
A
Playground tactics
Cadd7
No rabbit in a hat tricks
G
Just that classic
D
Rap shit from Jurassic
Now I walk from Tranzania
Earthquake Transalvania
And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China
Just to get the right blend
Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin
I fell into the deep end
You shouldn't have told me
The pyramids can hold me
So now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your beats pull out your cuts
Give us a mic, whatup
And we goin tear shit up
I'm on some old and forgotten
Sun up to sun down
Like picking cotton
The nutty professor science droppin
Rockin Robbin's hood
From New York to Compton
Me and my three sons
Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum
Chorus 2X
Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y
Do or die
Anti-illumaniti, why
Do the liquid from my vocals
Make the ghetto start swimming
Forever winning I'm in it
Like Medolark Lemon
I get goose bumps
When the baseline thumps
A sucka MC freestyle
He had mine for lunch
Marc 7even get you open like an attaché
Briefcase in this case
The victor is no way
Ah, ah the tool spinners
Cooking the full dinner
Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's
When is it the academy
Rattling your anatomy
That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery
That'll be the day
When labels pay our way
2na what you say
when MC's come to play
Man fe dead
Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap
Preparing your intellect before your final nap
So ah...
Chorus 2X
You got beef now watch how I settle it
I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development
I'm eloquent
When it comes to digital display
I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray
Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5
Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale
With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style
Cause I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
Cause I be cookin
From here to Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good Times
When I rhyme
I hit the designated area
I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similack
My rhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples
I flip the real skills
I thought I told you once
I kick the lyrical windmills
And backspin Benedict
Strictly for my benefit
I step on toes when I flow don't get offended
Come and get with it
Comprehended when I kick it
I represent the real
From the beginning to the end of it
Thats the rhythm all the way through, so enjoy!
