Fellowship Chords by Binary Star

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_ _ _ [Ab] Yo, we're going to do it like this, [Abm] Binary Star, the notorious athletic mic league [Ab] and
my man [G] Decompose.
Got flows, [B] speaking up just like this, yo.
Yes, [A] yes, yo.
[Bm] AML got the [Dbm] vibe, yo.
Real live, yo.
Yes, yes, yo.
Decompose got the vibe, yo. _
Real live, yo.
Yes, yes, yo.
Binary Star got the vibe, [Gb] yo.
Real live, [B] yo.
[Gb] Yes, yes, yo.
We [E] got the vibe real live, yo.
Real live, yo.
In this [A] age of the Sagittarius, I'm abrasive in various ways.
If you come across makeshift, cause fake [B] is as fake does.
And fake kids get fake love, in relation with hate, that wastes tons.
So I try to stay away from those type of guys.
They got the heart to show love, no vital signs.
We lost the [A] horizontal line, no pulse rate for using all your force [B] to hate instead of
trying to coordinate.
Y'all trapped in the name.
And that's all we have in this game.
No one is a cash in the fame.
So if you want to bring it back to [Ab] elementary school, [A] nanana boo boo, we [B] hate you too.
Decompose rhymes come together like flow shake.
It will be no way, y'all rolls like a bouquet.
It's okay to imagine, but when the rappers break, it's a bad mistake to gladiate my magistrate.
You have to wait cause I can't stand you.
My command tool make your ear ring like bamboo.
I plan through reeds, higher peaks, rhyme a lot of beats.
Getting [Ab] tired of [A] spying, you better bow and [B] cry at peaks.
So what's the magic of this?
I got the sun cat, got your tongue from the raps that I swung.
Strap got you hung from the crap that you swung.
Attack with a gun that's [Ab] more apparent.
[Db] Look, can't see us like self as I'm reaching heights of farenthood.
Get hot and rise to the top like mercury.
My birth could be working, [Eb] leave my exurban truth perfectly.
Worship me, I got what you lust for cause on a rough tour I rock kids like Mark Rushford.
[B] Yes, yes, [A] y'all.
What's [E] going on?
AML got the vibe, [B] y'all.
Real live, y'all.
[E] Yes, yes, y'all.
Decompose got [Gb] the vibe, y'all.
Real live, y'all.
Yes, yes, [A] y'all.
Why never [B] stop?
Got [Gb] the vibe, y'all.
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Real live, y'all.
If you're hungry for [B] some real hip [Db] hop, we came to feed you.
I'll lead you out of the dark with my cerebro.
Shine on [E] the mic, don't you party people front.
We want to see [A] you jump like [E] Evo [B] Knievel's stunts.
By name, you star athletic Mike League assembling.
Fire kindling, God's gift to adrenaline.
Representing water world, that's [Ab] Michigan.
You lack discipline, [A] you going nowhere like [B] flat Michelins.
Take off your Timberlands, you won't need them.
That's what I tell emcees before I battle and defeat.
I'm the anonymous, who the heck am [Ab] I?
Testify, got on [Db] the mic, you can't see with [B] the naked eye.
Giving you individuals, invisible rituals.
Line after line, habitual, not your typical rhyme.
I said it first, whatever [Ab] works, energetic first.
Your [A] head is burst, I bet it [B] hurts.
Time for [Db] red and blokes.
[A] It's like this.
[B] They ain't got the brains, no heart to squawk with my fellows, dip.
Rack em' C's, be [A] the first to [C] dance.
They ain't got the brains, no [A] heart to squawk with my fellows, dip.
I hear a million emcees pop they lips.
[B] They ain't got the brains, no heart to squawk with my [E] fellows, dip.
It don't matter how [A] many mics you feed, you're still a real live, y'all.
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_ It's time to hide me in your basement.
I introduce myself as Radon.
[B] Spray cans, I'm on bomb.
The Air Force won't let me be a [E] skydiver.
Divider, between my threads, break the blade of [B] Delilah.
Scyther, back the weed [Dbm] and cash and lick the grip from Mel's liner.
My neck concentrates, I'm quick to inch my [B] survival.
Masters of deception.
We do a show, show a little affection.
If the cat in the front row grunts, the monitor speaks, we'll detect him.
Your [Ab] vest off to move your [A] rectum.
Side to side just like [B] a spectrum.
Shot through stone.
Amphibian skills, so deep you need gills.
They're trained from Navy SEALs.
These waters are treacherous and for [E] rappers, jeopardous.
Lames and [Db] testers are like [B] Charles with the death, which is suicidal.
Bring a knife to a gunfight, you dead on arrival.
You should've known better, no call for home and rival.
It's the law of [Abm] survival.
Chapter one, first [A] one of the MC [B] Bible.
Need to get up on your studies.
School's in session for you and your bud buddies.
Take it back to rhyme, start your 101 for you dummies.
And class is [Ab] free, so you can keep your pop [A] money.
We do it cause [B] we're hungry.
[Db] We're predators and hope for the kill.
Bus for the rush, grill seekers on a natural high.
We shooting [A] up through your veins, uncut, hot shots and such.
Fiends by any means, you'll feel it when [E] we touch.
Many [A] cats try to rock with this.
[B] They ain't got the brains, the heart, the spark, with my fellow's gear.
Rock [A] MCs be the first to diss.
They ain't got the [B] brains, the heart, the spark, [A] with my [B] fellow's gear.
It don't matter how many rhymes you [A] speak.
[B] They ain't got the brains, the heart, the spark, with my fellow's gear.
There's a million MCs [A] at pop left.
[B] They ain't got the [C] brains, the [B] heart, the spark, with my fellow's gear.
Yes, you can't get away from me.
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[A] _ [E] Yes, [Am] you _ [E] can't get away from me.
[Am] _ [E] Yes, you _ _ [B] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ can't _
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get away from [B] me.
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