Chords for Asheru - Judo Flip
Tempo:
94.3 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
F#m
C#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [B] [C#m] [F#m]
I am the stone that [A] the builder refused.
I am [B] the visual, the [E] inspiration that [F#m] made ladies sing the blues.
The spark that makes your idea bright.
The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know you're left from your right.
I am the ballad in [A] your box, the bullet in [B] your gun, the inner glow [C#m] that lets you know
[F#m] to call your brother son.
The story that just begun, promise of what's to come and I'm a remaining soldier to the
wall and walk the street to see [A] your draw.
Sing of a hunger [B] pain, one to call out [C#] your flaws, the [F#m] thing you don't want to claim.
Pride and joy, your baby boy, your inner child, so you save it, grace the winner of the race.
The beat boy, a new age [A] scholar with millennia, [B] my state, master of [C#m] education, [F#m] doctor of candidate.
No, that ain't an analogy of me, that's a true that, for real, a brother really.
You don't flip, [A] chop, chop, chop.
[B] You don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You
[A] [B] don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
[A] You [B] don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, [C#] chop.
[F#m] You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You [A] don't flip, they say chop, [B] chop, [E] chop.
No [F#m] cybers on machinery, it seems to be so peaceful and unthreatening.
But there goes the neighborhood as soon as we can settle there.
I guess it's [A] true, the way they say it [B] goes.
You can change your wardrobe, [B] but not the manner [F#m] of the clothes.
And you can walk a mile in these inner city shoes, but you still won't understand my inner city blues.
Yes, I get paid [A] for the things that mean the most to [B] me, my family and all my [C#m] other people
[F#m] that are close to me.
For the curd, for the burbs, the gutter, to the butter.
I'ma tell you how it is, and tell you how it's you don't flip.
They chop, chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, chop.
[C#] I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
They chop, [A] chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, [C#] chop.
I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
[A] [B] [D] [C#]
[F#m]
[A] [B] [D] [C#]
[F#m]
[E] [Bm] [B] [F#m]
you
I am the stone that [A] the builder refused.
I am [B] the visual, the [E] inspiration that [F#m] made ladies sing the blues.
The spark that makes your idea bright.
The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know you're left from your right.
I am the ballad in [A] your box, the bullet in [B] your gun, the inner glow [C#m] that lets you know
[F#m] to call your brother son.
The story that just begun, promise of what's to come and I'm a remaining soldier to the
wall and walk the street to see [A] your draw.
Sing of a hunger [B] pain, one to call out [C#] your flaws, the [F#m] thing you don't want to claim.
Pride and joy, your baby boy, your inner child, so you save it, grace the winner of the race.
The beat boy, a new age [A] scholar with millennia, [B] my state, master of [C#m] education, [F#m] doctor of candidate.
No, that ain't an analogy of me, that's a true that, for real, a brother really.
You don't flip, [A] chop, chop, chop.
[B] You don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You
[A] [B] don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
[A] You [B] don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, [C#] chop.
[F#m] You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You [A] don't flip, they say chop, [B] chop, [E] chop.
No [F#m] cybers on machinery, it seems to be so peaceful and unthreatening.
But there goes the neighborhood as soon as we can settle there.
I guess it's [A] true, the way they say it [B] goes.
You can change your wardrobe, [B] but not the manner [F#m] of the clothes.
And you can walk a mile in these inner city shoes, but you still won't understand my inner city blues.
Yes, I get paid [A] for the things that mean the most to [B] me, my family and all my [C#m] other people
[F#m] that are close to me.
For the curd, for the burbs, the gutter, to the butter.
I'ma tell you how it is, and tell you how it's you don't flip.
They chop, chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, chop.
[C#] I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
They chop, [A] chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, [C#] chop.
I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
[A] [B] [D] [C#]
[F#m]
[A] [B] [D] [C#]
[F#m]
[E] [Bm] [B] [F#m]
you
Key:
B
A
F#m
C#
D
B
A
F#m
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I am the stone that [A] the builder refused.
I am [B] the visual, the [E] inspiration that [F#m] made ladies sing the blues.
The spark that makes your idea bright.
The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know you're left from your right.
I am the ballad in [A] your box, the bullet in [B] your gun, the inner glow [C#m] that lets you know
[F#m] to call your brother son.
The story that just begun, promise of what's to come and I'm a remaining soldier to the
wall and walk the street to see [A] your draw.
Sing of a hunger [B] pain, one to call out [C#] your flaws, the [F#m] thing you don't want to claim.
Pride and joy, your baby boy, your inner child, so you save it, grace the winner of the race.
The beat boy, a new age [A] scholar with millennia, [B] my state, master of [C#m] education, [F#m] doctor of candidate.
No, that ain't an analogy of me, that's a true that, for real, a brother really.
You don't flip, [A] chop, chop, chop.
[B] You don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [B] don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop. _ _
_ [A] You [B] don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, [C#] chop.
[F#m] You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You _ _ _ [A] don't flip, they say chop, [B] chop, [E] chop.
No [F#m] cybers on machinery, it seems to be so peaceful and unthreatening.
But there goes the neighborhood as soon as we can settle there.
I guess it's [A] true, the way they say it [B] goes.
You can change your wardrobe, [B] but not the manner [F#m] of the clothes.
And you can walk a mile in these inner city shoes, but you still won't understand my inner city blues.
Yes, I get paid [A] for the things that mean the most to [B] me, my family and all my [C#m] other people
[F#m] that are close to me.
For the curd, for the burbs, the gutter, to the butter.
I'ma tell you how it is, and tell you how it's you don't flip.
They chop, chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, chop.
[C#] I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
They chop, [A] chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, [C#] chop.
I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _
you _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I am the stone that [A] the builder refused.
I am [B] the visual, the [E] inspiration that [F#m] made ladies sing the blues.
The spark that makes your idea bright.
The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know you're left from your right.
I am the ballad in [A] your box, the bullet in [B] your gun, the inner glow [C#m] that lets you know
[F#m] to call your brother son.
The story that just begun, promise of what's to come and I'm a remaining soldier to the
wall and walk the street to see [A] your draw.
Sing of a hunger [B] pain, one to call out [C#] your flaws, the [F#m] thing you don't want to claim.
Pride and joy, your baby boy, your inner child, so you save it, grace the winner of the race.
The beat boy, a new age [A] scholar with millennia, [B] my state, master of [C#m] education, [F#m] doctor of candidate.
No, that ain't an analogy of me, that's a true that, for real, a brother really.
You don't flip, [A] chop, chop, chop.
[B] You don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [B] don't flip, they say [D] chop, chop, [C#] chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop. _ _
_ [A] You [B] don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, [C#] chop.
[F#m] You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You don't flip, they say chop, chop, chop.
You _ _ _ [A] don't flip, they say chop, [B] chop, [E] chop.
No [F#m] cybers on machinery, it seems to be so peaceful and unthreatening.
But there goes the neighborhood as soon as we can settle there.
I guess it's [A] true, the way they say it [B] goes.
You can change your wardrobe, [B] but not the manner [F#m] of the clothes.
And you can walk a mile in these inner city shoes, but you still won't understand my inner city blues.
Yes, I get paid [A] for the things that mean the most to [B] me, my family and all my [C#m] other people
[F#m] that are close to me.
For the curd, for the burbs, the gutter, to the butter.
I'ma tell you how it is, and tell you how it's you don't flip.
They chop, chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, chop.
[C#] I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
They chop, [A] chop, chop.
I do [B] don't flip.
They say chop, [D] chop, [C#] chop.
I do [F#m] don't flip.
Once you hear the cop of the A, rock of the state.
Put your own wild in it, don't go away, wait, wait.
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _
you _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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