Tonalità: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm just a liberation scribe
writing these bars of freedom
The god's got kids and un
A
cle g'wan help feed 'em
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My words free the mind whether you
hear 'em or read 'em
A
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The duty of a civilised man
is to teach 'em
G#m
C#m
Wave your guns at the system
and unify the prisons
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I save a ghetto child from getting
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drawn out at Princeton
G#
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Still a million man march even
though some are limping
B
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F#m
Like Kunta caught up in big pimping and linen
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Karma sutra, I sooth ya
Nah I ain't bitchin'
I armoured through ya,
moved ya and seized your kitchen
Was my steez with ease
to blitzkrieg the women
G#m
Now my hymns hem her heart's stitching
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G#m
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See I'm reppin for my fam
that's the joy of living
See I reps for my fam that's
the joy of living
G#m
C#m
I see you reppin for your fam and
that's the joy of living
G#m
Was thanks taking, there was no thanks
C#m
giving
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
my eyes on the sparrow
C#m
A
Americas always gotta full
barrel of stress
So strap on your vest
G#m
Since the manger avoid
C#m
C
the one left in the chamber
A
Di vide and rule
kills the knowledge of self
B
Now this remainder remains
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to be the last born
The first scorned
A
The one you made the scapegoat
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The god building like Joseph
In technicolour peep my dreamcoat
A
Y'all keep it real
I'm a keep the real estate
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on the block
C#m
I don't fiend for the cream
I fiend for the gold it's backed by
A
Y'all use the physical two
All seeing third eye
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Pierces holes through your spleen
Scores goals on your team
A
Choke, holes on your neck
Bill, fold all your cream
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Blaow!, holes through
your dreams
Unbalanced is the beam
A
The sun rises in the east in Bruknaam
I come clean
C#m
I see you reppin for your fam
that's the joy of living
A
Was thanks taking,
C#m
F#m
there was no thanks giving
Interlude 2
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Caug
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Verse 3
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I be
A
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wise as a serpent,
A
peaceful as a dove
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Flow be perfection, the attribute's love
A
From Brixton to Brooklyn, topsoil,
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I recoil to Medina
Ascend thrones in brownstone
Blaze pastures, mines greener
In backwoods trees get nestles
With the beast within I wrestle,
for anointed be this vessel
To rebuke the devil
No progress without the struggle
B
got to hustle before you
Bubble
A
God's words (are) no hustle though
C#m
See brother Bains, like Malcolm,
think long range
Sincere
My life's dedicated to change
C
Locked up in the belly (of) America's gut
C#m
G#m
If I'm sleeping with the enemy,
A
my eyes wide shut
C#m
You see I reps for my fam
for the joy of living
You see I'm reppin' for my fam,
that's the joy of living
I see you reppin for your fam and
that's the joy of living
F#m
Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving
Outro 1
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Caug
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