Chords for Crossover

_ Everyone, come to the TV!
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_ [Bb] Everyone, come to the TV!
_ [D] _ _ _ [Fm] _ And from [N] the beat, let's go!
Let's get up, let's get [Eb] down, roll with the [G] hardcore funk, the hardcore [Eb] sound.
Let's get with this, Macadosha's funk material so [Ebm] simple.
Wanna rock with the instrumental, who am I?
Indeed, the green-eyed [Eb] bandit.
Control my career so I can never get stranded.
But the rest are getting brand new, being changed up their style.
From jeans to suits and thinking about a pop record.
Something made for the station, [Gbm] for a whole new relationship.
[Eb] Of a new type of scene, to go platinum and clock mad green.
A.K..A. a sellout, the rap definition. Get off that boy, change your mission. Come back around the block. Come calling me bad to the, uh, TikTok. Let them know your logo, not a black thing. My background sing, my background sing for [F] the crossover. _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [F] _
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_ _ _ Rap [Eb] era's out of control, brothers selling their soul. Or go gold, going, going gone, another episode. To pop and R&B, not the MD. I'm strictly hip-hop, I stick to key capri. Funk [Db] mood, yeah [Eb] kid, that's how the squad roll. I know your head is bobbing, cause the neck mold. I'm like other rappers, fronting on their fans, they ill, trying to chill. Saying damn, it'd be great to sell a mill. That's [Gb] when the mind switch [Eb] to the pop tip. Gucci gonna be large, yeah right, that's what the [Eb] company kicks. Forget the black crowd, you're wack now. In a zoo suit, [Db] frontin' black, look at man foul. [Eb] I speak [Gb] more than hardcore, rough rugged and raw. I'm outta here, catch [Eb] me chillin' on my next tour. From the US [Gb] to the White Cliffs to Dover. Strictly underground funk, keep the [Fm] crossover. _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
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Crossover. _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Gucci. You wanna [Ebm] go pop, go the weasel. You know you should be rocking the red with something easel. [Eb] But you insist to piss me off black. So I flex the bicep, so I can push him back. So real hardcore hip-hop, continue wrecking. And all sucka-ish, he's up down and get the [Db] message. So bring the crossover, yo, [Eb] who's with me? Hip Squad, yeah, can't hit me. Another mega blast, [Db] funky dope style from Korshonda. So help me Wanda, help, help me Wanda. From what? The crossover, [Eb] yeah, crossing you over. Outta here, going peace, nice to know ya. What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout. Gucci got gas, then took the wrong route. Came on the seat, [Db] chillin', freaking the funky dope line. [Eb] But when they finish with you, peace, flatline. Some say there's no business, like show business. But if this the truth, please explain why is this. Rappers been [Db] around long, making mad noise, you [G] see. Still I haven't seen [Eb] one rapper living comfortably. No time to pick and wish on a falling clover. I stick to underground, keep the crossover. [Fm] _ _ _ [Db] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
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