Check the Rhime chords

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Eb _ _ Db _ _ _ F A Back in the days on the boulevard, I lived it.
We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting.
It was odd, the abstract.
And me, the 5'4, I kicks the mad style,.
so step off the frankfurter.
Yo, Phyto, you remember that routine?.
That way you still make Smithy like Mr.
Clean?.
Um, um, a tidbit, um, a snitchin'.
I don't get the message, so you guys still run the pitchin'.
Yo, Point Phyte.
All the time, Tip.
Yo, Point Phyte.
All the time, Tip.
Yo, Point Phyte.
All the time, Tip.
Go ahead and grab the microphone and let your words rip.
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am.
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.
I'm like an energizer, cause you see, I last long.
My crew is never, ever wack, because we stand strong.
Now if you say my style is wack, that's where you're dead wrong.
I slay that body and I'm Segundo, then push it along.
You be a fool to reply, the pipe is not the man.
Cause you know, and I know, that you know who I am.
A special shout-out piece goes out to all my pals, you see?.
And a middle finger goes for all you punk-a-fees.
Cause I love it when you're wack and she despise me.
They get vexed, I'm on next, cause none can test me.
I'm just a fly MC who's 5'3 and very brave.
I'm top Romanian, you know I'm training cause I misbehave.
I come correct and full of heck, I blow my hoes in check.
And before I get to work, the gym must be erect.
You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk.
See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk.
Extremity of rhythm, yeah, that's what you heard.
So just clean F out your ears and just check the word.
Check the vibe, bro.
Gm Check the vibe, D bro.
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Eb _ _ Db _ _ _ B A Back in the days on the Boulevard of Linden,.
we used to get routines and the presence was thick and it was hot.
The right one, it means the abstract.
The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers wrote the zap.
Hey, yo, Tip, do you recall when we used to rock?.
Those fly routines on your cousin's block.
Oh, let me see.
Damn, I can't remember.
I'll receive the message and you will play the same one.
You're on point, Tip.
All the time, right?.
You're on point, Tip.
Yeah.
All the time, right?.
You're on point, Tip.
All the time, right?.
So play the resurrecta and give the dead some life.
Okay, if knowledge is the key, then just show me the lock.
Got the skinny legs but I move just like Lou Block with speed.
I'm agile, plus I'm worth your while.
100 intelligent black child.
My optimal presentation sizzles the retina.
How far must you go to gain respect?.
Oh, it's kinda simple.
Just remain your old self.
You'll be crazy sad and alone.
_ Industry rule number 4080.
Make a company people are shady.
So give them what you got cause I bet they smoke crack.
I don't doubt it.
Look at how they act.
I know no better things like they have hot water.
Pass me the rock and I'll score with the girl and plop her.
Don't just say hammer, plop her.
Rap is not pop, but the girl is getting stopped.
Thank you.
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