Chords for Death Grips - Takyon (Death Yon)

_ SICK!
YO! _ _
SICK!
_ _ SICK! _ _
SICK!
_ [Gm] _ SICK! _ _ SICK! SICK!
[E] _ _ [Ab] SICK! SICK!
Triple six, five, four,
TURN!
To [F] endomic [Ab] penetration,
rapids fire through your skull,
shot it on [D] when taking it back to the days of trying to lose [N] control,
SICK!
carving in a blaze of fire,
racing through my bones,
oh shit I'm [Gm] feeling it!
SICK!
SICK! SICK!
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
[D] I feel like killing it!
SICK!
Yo, I'm [N] a little right this time,
what it's like to experience SICK! YO!
_ [G] _
_ [B] Power and [Gm] boom,
raping through the back,
dog coming through like,
fuck was [Bb] that!
and I don't know but it made me feel [G] so heated,
how we quit without showing you jack.
Skipping from below,
give a shit if you know,
[Eb] cause even if you didn't,
bet you keep coming back.
Back for more,
need them [E] in yo,
everything's in the heat we make [Bb] beats catch.
Getting feelin' to the bleach,
[E] the graph gets track,
epilepsy exceeds every habit we crack,
like [Ab] EPMD 7X as we tap in,
the tape [N] from everything on and off the mat.
_ SICK! _ _
_ _ I'm feeling it, check yours, hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, check yours,
alright, that's that, what it's like to experience, check [Dbm] yours, _ [E] _ check yours,
I'm shot down, you're broke like a keg of beer,
I'm talking to smoke weed in an exhale, till the whole chamber is clear,
[Dm] cause that's so fucking weird, gotta stay [Gm] in this [N] atmosphere,
but again, cause it's way too shit, I don't make a hit, it'll [Bb] disappear,
can't sleep [E] where it ain't never been, fuck what you thought,
could not comprehend this shit, about to see your brain with a ten,
nine, eight, seven, triple six, five, [Bb] four,
don't [D] dream of a life of crud, like this story, gotta wear all your outboards,
and [E] the picture big enough to feed what we dig up from the core,
of all the things, God ever was, militant march of this war,
[D] check yours, thank you to [E] man, all we see [D] is blood,
[Eb] check yours, turn [E] your mouth, and if we gotta break that board,
I'm so scared, I'm feeling it, check yours,
hell [N] yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, check yours,
when I write this back, what it's like to experience, check yours,
[Gm] _ _
[E] I'm a lyricless force, [G] need you to drip off the moon,
make fire, we spray, cryonic, carnivorous,
hollowed tip with toxic [N]
brain,
it is the deal, if it don't feel it, I'm running away, I'm near my zone,
[Bb] shit is dead, [E] can't nobody get with that sick and [Dm] stoned tone,
[Bb] check yours, bitch, it's like a pussy, plastic bone,
[Db] check [N] yours, send it off to the fucking sergeant,
give it up, bitch, you know this is it,
but with this again, that's cause it's all,
check yours, _ check _ yours, _ _ _ _ _
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