Chords for Death the Kid Rap || "LOOK LIKE DEATH" || Shwabadi ft. JHBBOSS [Soul Eater]

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Death I woke up and I felt like death, in fact I feel like I've never slept
Black three piece on a Kevlar vest I look like death
Excalibur the long nose [Eb] and it smells [F] success Y'all just boomers can't handle [Gb] tech
Head to [Ebm] head it's gonna hit like death [F] Man moves like [Ebm] Icarus, things he's fried
He's like dust, [Abm] wings he'll bring you down to [Ebm] size
Make him run them things he wears, check his style but don't get it [B] twisted
I'm a man of culture, lifestyle British, whisk it to her but keep your pinkies [Ebm] lifted
Wipe my shoes before the dog gets kicked in number
So for the [F] classes I ace the [Eb] metrics, bookcase the metrics
All in [B] my FedEx I'll cave the [Ebm] head and if a man comes stepping at me
Tryna wave a weapon [B] I'm fierce as death, it's every wish
Every day two bad bitches, [Abm] prison now
Hold the mic and pass, flip [Gb] the clipping list
Cause I'm [B] about to let him [Ebm] spread
You see me pulling up in that [Bb] black and white Put that **** through his face now [Abm] he actin' right
That's no **** from the canister, don't [Bbm] say goodnight
Cause these bullets connect like [Ebm] satellite They ain't never gonna know about this [Abm] kind of life
Turn his soul into frags, don't need a sight
I'm not nice either, so for the [Bbm] appetite
Try me, roll it, I'm doing it [Eb] at the spot
I'm a [Gb] badass, the canister I grab him and I [Eb] execute
If you want [Abm] smoking I'll pop a [Bbm] pistol if you finna come [Ebm] through
I gotta save on my style, I whip when the flare goes
[F] I [Abm] don't mind my size, real [Db] slim and got me on the [Ebm] Yeah, _ [F] _ [B] _ look
[Bb] _ [Ebm] Now **** that, I never play for a run back
I've been there, done that, pay my dues now I'm taking the [B] punt back
Slay great youth, hit the gun, cause I play my tunes, make him run that
If you run his mouth, run upon him, gun him down
Moon come up, the sun is down, tool the gate, the sun is out, took it [Db] down
Do you [Ebm] enjoy your youth?
Yes, you do, I never came to play games
But if I did, I'd probably take first place
The big gate, when [B] D the K came to [Gb] take names
Never heed their sins, I can't [Ebm] stand grays
On [B] which soul could I snap?
On which soul [Bb] I could back?
[Abm] God in the night, no mic, I pack it, put a [Gb] pack, a pair in my [Ebm] back
I'm so the mic, I switch up, not to count
I'm like star, no bowie, I keep a blade when it's wowie
I keep my A1 to [B] wowie, I feel the [Gb] strain of a lifetime
I live in a standard, you [B] could've made ten in this town
I might be free, but I haven't, be best in the town
Make the [Abm] best in the county, this country is continent
[Ebm] Live in or dead, do it [B] better than fight it, get [Ebm] fucked if you doubt me
Pulling up in that [Bb] black and white, put that to a stage, now you [Abm] acting right
That's no shit from the can, it's no [Bbm] second night
Cuz these boys connect like [Ebm] satellite
They ain't never gonna know about this [Abm] kind of life
Turn the soul into frags, don't need a sight
All my lines need to suffer the [Bbm] appetite
Call me wrong, then I'm doing it, I [Ebm] don't spine it
I'm sad as the can is like whoever, but now it's acute
It's so [F] acute, if you want [Gb] smoke, then I'm popping pistols
[Bbm] If you finna come through, [Ebm] I got a stream on my side
Like whip when it blur and go, whoo
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