Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
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I'm not your typical American
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I'm not your typical American
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I'm not your typical American
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I'm not your typical American
Verse 2
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Tell me whose is whose
G
Tell me who is on the mi crophone
Bm
I'm Oatie of the Goaties
G
I propose I would like a bone
C
Bm
To edge off the dredge
G
I'm alleged to have sparked a joint
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Political and blisstical
G
I really hope ya like my points
Bm
G
Aim at a target like a rifle, not a shotgun
Bm
Don't spray into the fray to
G
prove that I got one
Bm
Hide ya hose from Aaron Rose
G
'Cause he knows how to top
One's got a nose for the
prose
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G
So don't suppose he will stop, son
Bm
I'm rollin' in this rhyme like ya
G
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bite a tenderoni
Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's
G
mine and ya know me
Bm
I'ma mind, defy,
G
or sing like Toni Tone
Bm
Singin' for their supper like
G
a dog does a boni
Verse 3
Bm
George, get off my jock
'Cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit
So step back, Dan,
and throw up those fists
'Cause I'ma wriggity wreck shop
G
And turn this mothafucka out
Bm
Pay what is due me,
G
less I'm goin' up in your mouth
G
I got the rhymes ta kick your butt
Bm
It be the G to the O to the A to
G
the T, the M- A Double- D
C
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Say "What up, hus? I got bucks
G
Yeah, I be on the 2 bus."
Bm
So what's up? I got 'nuff
G
Respect to make ya jump
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Welfare receiver with
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the north side attitude
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I've had the shit piled up,
G
like in multitudes
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Nappy- headed, holey- shoed,
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roundin' out the roster first
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Ya wanna step,
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ya better check the Green Monster first
Verse 4
C
Bm
I don't pretend to be a nice guy
G
But still ya tryin'
Bm
I can go to Plan B and you can
G
get an eye jammy
Bm
G
So save the sob stories for a storybook
C
Bm
And look, Jack- in- the- box
can take a lickin'
G
C
But I'm never gettin' took
Bm
G
By Uncle Scam and his band
of political crooks
Bm
Searchin' nooks and crannies of my
G
granny's pocket book
Em
Bm
"Hello, hello? Can ya hear me now,
Em
G?"
The typical American kid,
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that ain't me
Em
Bm
G
Neither is Oatie or the M- A double- D
Em
So pass the dutchie 'pon
Bm
the left hand side
Em
Don't hide the crop,
'cause I got the E- Z Wides
Bm
I'ma survive, not suck seed
'Cause I stand as a man,
G
you can't hand me no bird feed
Verse 5
C
Bm
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I'm not your typical American
C
Bm
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I'm not your typical American
Bm
G
I'm not your typical American
C
Bm
G
I'm not your typical American
Bm
G
Verse 6
C
Bm
G
Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy
Bm
Ya ghost when the word
G
Bm
hits like Patrick Swayze
G
Crazy, this shit about a plausible denial
C
Bm
North takes the raps,
G
and ya claps at the trial
Bm
Pie a la mode
G
The ghettos will explode
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While ya sit pigeon- toed
G
At a diamond commode
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Another episode of ya
G
walkin' the streets
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Mil lion dollar stroll, five thousand
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pigs on the beat
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For the very first time,
G
imported from the hills
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Ya take money from the poor
G
like a fiend pops pills
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Like the Mills Brothers sing
G
a very white song
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But the roots of ya soul
G
kinda colored belong
Verse 7
Am
I'm paralyzin' punks with
a positive pedigree
For those who choose to love me
I'm the M- A the double D
For those who choose to hate me
I negate like their full effect
Feelin' ready and willin' to break
Daryl Gates' neck
Like, "Fee diddilly, Foe,
Fum," I gets dumb
And like the typical American black male,
F#m
I'm done
Am
Eatin' apple pies when M- A
Double's rockin' rhymes
And you know they on my nuts, hus
Bm
They climb, they climb
C
Bm
The hell with Stormin' Norman,
G
I write rhymes, Black
C
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They be political and
G
plus, they be all o' that
Bm
Philly born and bred
G
Wit blunts straight to the head
C
Bm
Callin' me conformist,
G
man, I warned you that shit was dead
Verse 8
G
Military is a mockery for all to see
Bm
Be all you can be is just another
G
trick that's up their sleeve
Bm
But ya better believe that you'll be
G
grievin' when ya ain't receivin'
Bm
What was promised,
G
don't be astonished' 'cause ya won't be leavin'
Em
They reeled ya in like your skin
had fins
Now you're poundin' sand for
Bm
another man's sins
Em
G
To each his own, to each his own, they say
Em
Bm
But I'ma blow a bone,
and you can march 'til the cows come home
Em
Bm
Your life's alone,
G
that means you rent your own dome
Em
Bm
But when you come home in a box
Green drawers, green pants, green socks
G
Bm
Typical American, kid, I think not
Verse 9
C
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G
I'm not your typical American
C
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I'm not your typical American
C
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I'm not your typical American
C
Bm
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I'm not your typical American
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