Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
C
D
E
We had some fire and
smoke and water
And that troubled us a lot
D
Now we're marking down our prices
And they're really,
really hot
C
B
C
Verse 2
C
Everything must go
C#
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to
Verse 3
the fire shit
Everything must go
B
I wanna sell you the dream
I wanna watch you come apart
Verse 4
at the seams
Everything must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to
the fire shit
Verse 5
Everything must go I
wanna sell you a dream
Verse 6
Heart of an altar boy
molested in confession
Who plotted for 20 years then
slit the throat of a reverend
And half of this thought is young
B
vandal the system
Contraption of credo drift,
B
sick shit and spit at your heaven
Verse 7
my dick again,
foot on the wall, pose down
I'm drinkin' that piss again,
back at the train hometown
Starscream the system,
B
C
ninja star the cassette deck
Lazerface is back in effect
Verse 8
C
Focus like a worker ant live,
get with hive mind fly shit
Shut your little mind crime hybrid
B
Eyelids pinned back flat,
C
we had a focus group
Of lab rats clappin',
at last you got dap
Verse 9
C
Automaton bells rock well
from death valley
Shit, we all mingle in ditch,
mass grave for the kids
Clash with the combat rap set
A weathermen funk breath,
the last rebels left?
Verse 10
C
Cm
Slide off or get the
C
digipack slashed in your neck
You're fidgetin' with 28 day simian
Yeah, dog him again,
the bad touch destruct militant
Drum percussion lust diligent
Verse 11
C
The surface that gave birth
to the style is NY
The jihad recipient sky is too fly
The roof of the witnessin'
spot was BK
Verse 12
C
A cloud of asbestos,
I guess it's D- day
Verse 13
C
Now you want me to move
and do how you say
Or look into my brain through
this glass toupee
Fuck this, how 'bout I just
smack you bitch?
Save that 4th Reich boogie
for them plastic twits
Verse 14
C
Or the old women of fate
stichin' the casket nits
I'll be drunk on the back of the
train takin' a piss
Bb
C
Bumpin' BDP through a Raheem kit
With a double d Duracel destiny
Cm
megamix like
Verse 15
Ab
Everything must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to
Cm
the fire shit
Verse 16
Cm
Everything must go
I wanna sell you the dream
I wanna watch you come apart
Verse 17
at the seams
C
Cm
C
Cm
Everything must go
Ab
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to
Cm
the fire shit
Verse 18
Cm
Everything must go
C
I wanna sell you a dream
Get over here and buy, you hoe
Verse 19
Fm
This kid asked me who the fuck I thought I was,
C
B
I was like
B5
B
This
Interlude 1
B5
B
B5
B
B5
B
Goddamn
B5
B
B5
B
B5
B
Big wins is
B5
B
B5
all it takes
B
Verse 20
B
Excuse me, little child,
why the devious smile?
Well, I've become what I've
forsaken and the irony's wild
B
B5
Are you in charge of this outfit? Nah,
B
not me, cousin
I wrestle distinction from the
chompers of a buzzard
B
Is my mommy in Heaven?
Verse 21
Well,
she's definitely not here
B
Now run away and go play with this
B5
B
hatchet and flaming spear
B5
B
B5
I'm tryna mix up this Molotov,
B
then peel the fuck off
B
I've got a windmill to tackle,
son, polish my gun off
Verse 22
B
B5
B5
B
My hot pink millimeter space heater,
duck down
B5
B
Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat,
duck down
Horse hooves and meat I'm
B
glued to the beat grindin'
B5
Stolen hovercraft draggin'
B
a bass stab behind it
Verse 23
B
B5
Every little phrase is designed
B
for y'all to rewind it
Every brittle phase has an expira
B5
B
tion as signment
B5
B
B5
B5
B
Eyes wide, the bad man walks alive
B5
With five dimes of sticky,
B5
B
the bush and no 9
Verse 24
B
Who was trained by Ed Koch
to hop a turnstyle
See cop smile, peep cops gun
Now see little juvenile me
in Reeboks run
Through the projected transformation
of the catacombs, son
Makin' it home's so fun
Verse 25
B
If you're alone,
don't sweat 'cause you're alone with the best
B
The underrated phrase mason
B
who's leakin' pain to cassette
If you hate lies,
B
don't fret 'cause I can't lie about this
At least I'm honest when I tell
B
you that my mind's full of shit
Verse 26
B
And sick of skippin' on electrified
hop scotch grid
C
We're double dutchin' to percussion
B
With this barbed wire rope choker
The most floatinist spoke dope spit,
get lit
You're with an ambulance chaser,
I strive design sick
Interlude 2
Everything must go
Verse 27
Yeah like it or not
The fate of the juke is in this spot
Make some faces on your block
Well all we'll do is rock
Use these to get to the top
Mother
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