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