Chords for 3rd Bass - Wordz Of Wisdom

[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] [G#] And so, [E] my fellow Americans, _ ask [F#] not what your country can do [F#m] for you, ask [F#] what you can do for your country.
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_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] And so, [F#m] _ my [B] fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can [F#m] do for your country. _ _ _
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fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
I took a head out, attack on the back of the six of the Guinness down, using [F#] abuse then.
Truth of the past has spun and gutted, but I'm summing up the nonsense brief.
The hard [A] way cards later, okay, getting up [F#] and setting up.
For a day, they administer [A] sinister.
I ain't no devil, not [F#] six.
Slytherin scoundrel, [F#m] slam level diss track.
Smack!
Smile over doubt, all the brothers.
Another MC who's about [A] to butt like he's wanting.
Deceiving at the late win.
[F#] Rappers on track, busting out a medium for both.
[F#m] Hold, you manifest a diss?
He tell them.
Manifest diss.
Not righteous, but righteous make you wanna listen.
Yo, I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom.
I am the root of creation.
[Bm] I [F#] am the truth.
The freedom of my people.
[F#m] I am the root of creation.
[B] I am the truth.
I am the freedom of my [D] people.
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A [C#m] ludicrous prudence.
Prudence when I prudence.
So prudent and perpetrated prudence.
Style, empirical, lyrical, critical.
See the hard way, boy, you need medical attention.
Like a surgeon in my left hand.
Hold the microphone like a scalpel so you [A#] understand.
Words of wisdom woven like a spider.
Bitch [A] on my tip, I get busy in a rider.
[F#] [F#m] Uptown, been a drowner like a psychopath.
They got some graphic on the mic I never let go.
Lights spinning, you feeling like a soul man.
Boom, [C#] with the rhyme, [F#] I'm down.
[G#] [N] Sam's hand transforms strong.
As a good pitch, switch up the wisdom.
It's a word which kicks out the Benzie in a frenzy.
It sends me off the Bronx River, back to Brooklyn.
Apprehend me like a D-Tech.
Busting my man in a project, I'll send you up north.
I ain't giving respect.
Prejudicial, your style artificial.
As love is a limb that's attached to a [F#] cripple.
It's simple.
Eliminate you like [F#m] Gotti.
I'm chilling Ben Stein, driving Maserati with the body.
I'm a freak on my side, [A] how am I living?
[Em] Blocking off with the [C#m] words of wisdom.
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_ Hypo-selective.
Search is attracting.
Females who focus on the future, not slacking.
Rhythmic, it's too quick, feel it.
I let it flow, Sam, sever.
So [F#] let it go, throughout, or put out.
Lyrics like a deval.
Speak up with deeper meaning as I leak out and seek out.
The three to halfway [B] endeavor.
Be nicer, [F#] produced by Sam Sever.
Living in my shoes, boy, this is not [A] shoe town.
I showed out for [B] more pounds.
[F#m] That's a new sound, lyrics is lit.
The tick off a timepiece, four minutes, my mouth pumped.
You need [N] a leash.
What, are you sick?
I'm a slick, stupid scientist.
Rhyming that you can't comprehend.
What your point is?
Wrecking, I'm wrecking.
My homeboys are breaking.
Hoping that you're coping, no sloping.
I'm [F#] not taking [F#m] no shorts.
Because I'm playing the high post.
Ask any girl on the plate who's a primal father with [A] a cover.
Shoes to my crib, oh, the T's want to [B] plead.
[F#m] Girl screaming ditto, so I did this.
[A] I needed the bed [E] rest.
Hanging with [B] the banging on the strip.
No [F#m] contest, physically or lyrically.
It's my kingdom, [F#] stinging them and bringing them
the words of wisdom.
I'm the retreat.
[A] This [B] is my truth.
Freedom [F#] on the table.
[A] I'm the retreat.
This [B] is my truth.
Freedom on [C#m] the table.
_ Shamel! _ _
Who got the diamonds? _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [C#m] y'all, see y'all. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Y'all, that's ridiculous. _ _ _ _