e-dubble - Hip Hop is Good Chords

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_ _ _ Yeah, [E] rip off the plastic, unpackage the [A] madness, try to figure out what happened with [G] rapping.
People clap their ass over words and beats.
[B] Rap music isn't [Eb] art anymore, [Gm] it's just [E] beef.
I'm a go vegetarian, keep my nose [B] clean, get a protein from powder, feed my whole [G] team.
With the beef settling and when attrition gets reached, I [B] swing for the fence and steal
[Em] the damn [E] ring like a veteran, pooping on the pedestal.
I [A] am so ready to do what Nelly Mel [Eb] would do, be [G] the opposite of a flash.
I'm not running the dash, [B] motherfucker, this is marathon and [E] I'm gonna last.
Call me Theodipides, I am so sick of [A] these, no spitting pre-written freestyle [G] MCs.
If you ever [Eb] catch me on the street and you wanna battle, battle, this is what I'm gonna [E] teach.
Speech is my shit and beats are my [A] bitch, Fisher Price with the mic, I was beating my [G] fist.
Check on my dudes, see if they're paid, Chris [Abm] Wallace with the [E] knowledge, hip hop's my forte.
And you have just entered a session of [A] tension, hip hop is live therapy, it's a [G] blessing.
It's how I keep me screw tight, [Abm] and you better pray to [B] something that I kick [Em] that shit screw tight.
Hip hop is good, I'm super given, [Am] please thank the people who invented the mic.
[G] Sixteen-spear, no quid, right, [B] Lord, I offer my people with lethal trust.
[Em] Hip hop is good, I'm super given, [Am] please thank the people who invented the mic.
[G] Sixteen-spear, no quid, right, [B] Lord, I offer my people with lethal trust.
[F] No debt for nobody, my water [Eb] is so muddy, the faces they make, the flow is so ugly.
How's he gonna two-face [Abm] us, act one way in the workplace, then reverse the tape?
Instrumental to my beat, you look me high, see my persona, homie, you don't know shit about me.
Keepin' me as fucked until your cochlea's broken, you out them [E] chuckas cause I'm off it.
Saw shit off my [A] back, if I need it, pack it in my [G] knapsack.
Go label, call it, backpack, rap, rip it off me awfully fast.
Then smack [E] conscientious low, just densely [A] packed with a sentence.
I invent new [Em] rap, call it NuNu, doo-doo, call it fuckin' [B] poo-poo.
No, I got a [A] symphony just [G] like the F and [E] Juice crew.
And I killed the conductor and [Am] stole that wand, but I don't need a dumbass [G] wand.
All I need is this voice box and these [Eb] beats to keep the sanity while we crumble [E] beneath the edges.
Hold tight to the thread that bred [A] you, cause in the end, you don't know just where you head [Em] to.
All I know is that I keep asking my [B] friends to bury this G with some beats and some [Em] headphones. _ _
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