Chords for DJ Premier, KRS-One, Doug E Fresh, Fat Joe, Mad Lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Jeru The Damaja - 1, 2 Pass It

Yo, you want some of this or what?
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[F#m] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ Yo!
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Our mother who art in heaven, number seven is the weapon with the goddess
[F] I'm steppin' [B] lyrically, I'm never beggin', [F#m] you know
I'm the difference between endo and oregano
Imagine how [Dm] fresh I am now, made these lyrics [F#m] up a year ago
So report back, it was fat, fit, all that, quick, pump that [F] drop, ass hit
I'm lyrically, [Bm] physically fit, [F#m] catch me walkin' on the light
Every day and every night, every hour, [B] every second [N] minute
Don't stop, nitty [F#m]-gitty, yes, admit it when I'm way up in it
You can't hide, cause my radar's [B] going pivot, pivot, pivot
I reside [F#m] in the watchtower, watchin' em cease land
Your career will [F] be as short as my part, and [F#m] who's the man?
Goddamn, I'm the pinnacle, yes, the metaphysical
Come to [F] you as the [G] rap god of [F#m] lyrical syllable
Fall to your knees, bring fruit as the spice
Put your rhymes [F] on the altar, [F#m] burn them as a sacrifice
The aroma reaches up to my nostril, I get hostile
[F] Your lyrics are stiff like [F#m] David Topple
Yes, premiere, rockstar crack one time
Pay your [F] rest, run with off the top of the [G#] head bomb
[F#m] Yeah, Fat Joe, you know you gotta flow
My man Dougie [F] Prince down [F#m] with the one cocaine
Yes, we got the mad MCs up in the DMZ
[Bm] I'm out, G, one, two
Yeah, [F#m] _ motherfuckers know who's the best
If it ain't [B] Fat Joe's, [F#m] then it must be Lord Fett
Think not, then show what you got
But don't [F] grab this mic, [Bm] this shit's too hot
[F#m] I'm a war killer, nigga from the Bronx
Rappers [Bm] talk shit, but there's really [F#m] no punk
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, [F] then let me do [F#m] my thing
Yeah, so Smith & Wesson, if you're down with me
Represent one time on the MIC
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[F#m] Ripper, it's your year and prepare for war
Mr.
Fixter, [F] you ain't [B] gotta tell me no more
[F#m] It's what that means, on the daily
Deals with realities, [F] so come follow me on this journey
[F#m] The Brooks, where the Brooks dwell and the products overlooking
[C#] In the [Bm] form of a [F#m] speech, you know him well
Bet your ass this grass is greener
Than a 20-sack [C#] of Sensimilla
You [F#m] know the vibe
With Smith & Wesson, twist up the side
Peace to my people and [F] the fair
Peace to [E] my heads and the sky
We do [F#m] or die, because that's just sad enough
For any challenger, we pass [F] a [F#m] motherfucker off for the damage
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Super scientific madness
My status is the baddest
[F] Every time I bless the [F#m] apparatus
You wish to take me out, so you study
Meanwhile, my glow [Fm] mics and phones are left bloody
[F#m] Filthy from the ground on up
When I plan my [F] attack, I [Bm] doubt that you're ready
[F#m] Rain on competition like razor chalk confetti
Kung fu [B] techniques from the perverted monastery
[F#m] See through room, manipulates the microphone
While rhymes like [F] bullets [F#] penetrate your [F#m] zone
We bring more drama than Kevin Costner
No, I'm not [F] Jamaican, [B] but yes, I'm [F#m] a rasta
Yo, we out, D&D all [B]-stars, you know what I'm [F#m] saying?
We bout to make like a bag check
And bounce, as my man Mr.
Davis said
[C#] He givin' me [B] more than big [F#m] things
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