Chords for EMC Senatra Freestyle
Tempo:
92 bpm
Chords used:
C
Em
Am
B
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Am]
[Em] [C] [Am] [B]
[Em] Yo, it's MC [C] Sinatra, [Am] straight out of South Central.
[Em] [C] Sloth, long live [Am] J-Rock.
[Eb]
[Em] Yo, I'm murdering Dardi's rappers, [C] get an ambulance.
Aiming [Am] for the top, I got them scared
because I'm too accurate.
[Em] Actually, y'all be faking it, talking, but y'all [C] just saying it.
Me, I'm from the city, but we be selling [Eb] it.
There's no [Em] plug, we talk to the post.
Your body can end [C] up lost.
Somewhere over [Am] the river, it all depends on the coast.
[B] Smoking, I'll be working on ODing till [C] I overdose.
Posted in [Am] the gutter, the streets where [Ebm] you sit and go.
[B] Heard they selling it, but I can see they [C] got it up they nose.
I kiss my [Am] mother every day because I might not make it home.
[Em] AK-47 [C] music, motherfuckers [Am] getting mad
because we the realest.
What's [Eb] to do?
I free [Em] my family in the county because I know they [C] going through it.
Long live [Am] J-Rock.
He the reason why I do it.
[Em] Let me welcome you to Slauson [C] Avenue.
Word up, [Am] police, don't help, they be [Em] harassing you.
Smoking weed just to get by.
My mama know [C] I get high.
I rep my [Am] shit, I'm on my tipper till the day that I die.
[Em] I drop you like Geronimo, slam you like [C] some dominoes.
And if you want [Am] the beat, then I can smoke you like [Eb] a [Em] ophthalmo.
Real shit, I'm [C] cold-blooded.
Heart made [Am] of cement and I know the hoes love it.
[Em] I'm passing all my classes with my A-plus [C] game.
Bitch, you the type to vote [Eb] for Donald Trump, so miss me with [B] that lame shit.
I live and die by the [Cm] code.
Young Sinatra coming at you till [E] the day that I'm gone.
And shout out to [B] everybody that be singing my [C] songs.
And one time for everybody that be rolling, [B] that's wrong.
A middle finger to whoever said [C] I wouldn't make it.
All these rappers claim [E] they on the throne, but I'ma take it.
They don't know what to [B] expect, but just prepare for greatness.
The mixtape is about to drop.
[Ebm] [Em] [C] [Am]
[Em] [C] [Em]
[N]
[Em] [C] [Am] [B]
[Em] Yo, it's MC [C] Sinatra, [Am] straight out of South Central.
[Em] [C] Sloth, long live [Am] J-Rock.
[Eb]
[Em] Yo, I'm murdering Dardi's rappers, [C] get an ambulance.
Aiming [Am] for the top, I got them scared
because I'm too accurate.
[Em] Actually, y'all be faking it, talking, but y'all [C] just saying it.
Me, I'm from the city, but we be selling [Eb] it.
There's no [Em] plug, we talk to the post.
Your body can end [C] up lost.
Somewhere over [Am] the river, it all depends on the coast.
[B] Smoking, I'll be working on ODing till [C] I overdose.
Posted in [Am] the gutter, the streets where [Ebm] you sit and go.
[B] Heard they selling it, but I can see they [C] got it up they nose.
I kiss my [Am] mother every day because I might not make it home.
[Em] AK-47 [C] music, motherfuckers [Am] getting mad
because we the realest.
What's [Eb] to do?
I free [Em] my family in the county because I know they [C] going through it.
Long live [Am] J-Rock.
He the reason why I do it.
[Em] Let me welcome you to Slauson [C] Avenue.
Word up, [Am] police, don't help, they be [Em] harassing you.
Smoking weed just to get by.
My mama know [C] I get high.
I rep my [Am] shit, I'm on my tipper till the day that I die.
[Em] I drop you like Geronimo, slam you like [C] some dominoes.
And if you want [Am] the beat, then I can smoke you like [Eb] a [Em] ophthalmo.
Real shit, I'm [C] cold-blooded.
Heart made [Am] of cement and I know the hoes love it.
[Em] I'm passing all my classes with my A-plus [C] game.
Bitch, you the type to vote [Eb] for Donald Trump, so miss me with [B] that lame shit.
I live and die by the [Cm] code.
Young Sinatra coming at you till [E] the day that I'm gone.
And shout out to [B] everybody that be singing my [C] songs.
And one time for everybody that be rolling, [B] that's wrong.
A middle finger to whoever said [C] I wouldn't make it.
All these rappers claim [E] they on the throne, but I'ma take it.
They don't know what to [B] expect, but just prepare for greatness.
The mixtape is about to drop.
[Ebm] [Em] [C] [Am]
[Em] [C] [Em]
[N]
Key:
C
Em
Am
B
Eb
C
Em
Am
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _
[Em] Yo, it's MC [C] Sinatra, [Am] straight out of South Central. _
[Em] _ _ [C] Sloth, long live [Am] J-Rock.
_ [Eb]
[Em] Yo, I'm murdering Dardi's rappers, [C] get an ambulance.
Aiming [Am] for the top, I got them scared
because I'm too accurate.
[Em] Actually, y'all be faking it, talking, but y'all [C] just saying it.
Me, I'm from the city, but we be selling [Eb] it.
There's no [Em] plug, we talk to the post.
Your body can end [C] up lost.
Somewhere over [Am] the river, it all depends on the coast.
[B] Smoking, I'll be working on ODing till [C] I overdose.
Posted in [Am] the gutter, the streets where [Ebm] you sit and go.
[B] Heard they selling it, but I can see they [C] got it up they nose.
I kiss my [Am] mother every day because I might not make it home.
[Em] _ AK-47 [C] music, motherfuckers [Am] getting mad
because we the realest.
What's [Eb] to do?
I free [Em] my family in the county because I know they [C] going through it.
Long live [Am] J-Rock.
He the reason why I do it.
[Em] Let me welcome you to Slauson [C] Avenue.
Word up, [Am] police, don't help, they be [Em] harassing you.
Smoking weed just to get by.
My mama know [C] I get high.
I rep my [Am] shit, I'm on my tipper till the day that I die.
[Em] I drop you like Geronimo, slam you like [C] some dominoes.
And if you want [Am] the beat, then I can smoke you like [Eb] a [Em] ophthalmo.
Real shit, I'm [C] cold-blooded.
Heart made [Am] of cement and I know the hoes love it.
[Em] I'm passing all my classes with my A-plus [C] game.
Bitch, you the type to vote [Eb] for Donald Trump, so miss me with [B] that lame shit.
I live and die by the [Cm] code.
Young Sinatra coming at you till [E] the day that I'm gone.
And shout out to [B] everybody that be singing my [C] songs.
And one time for everybody that be rolling, [B] that's wrong.
A middle finger to whoever said [C] I wouldn't make it.
All these rappers claim [E] they on the throne, but I'ma take it.
They don't know what to [B] expect, but just prepare for greatness.
The mixtape is about to drop.
[Ebm] _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _
[Em] Yo, it's MC [C] Sinatra, [Am] straight out of South Central. _
[Em] _ _ [C] Sloth, long live [Am] J-Rock.
_ [Eb]
[Em] Yo, I'm murdering Dardi's rappers, [C] get an ambulance.
Aiming [Am] for the top, I got them scared
because I'm too accurate.
[Em] Actually, y'all be faking it, talking, but y'all [C] just saying it.
Me, I'm from the city, but we be selling [Eb] it.
There's no [Em] plug, we talk to the post.
Your body can end [C] up lost.
Somewhere over [Am] the river, it all depends on the coast.
[B] Smoking, I'll be working on ODing till [C] I overdose.
Posted in [Am] the gutter, the streets where [Ebm] you sit and go.
[B] Heard they selling it, but I can see they [C] got it up they nose.
I kiss my [Am] mother every day because I might not make it home.
[Em] _ AK-47 [C] music, motherfuckers [Am] getting mad
because we the realest.
What's [Eb] to do?
I free [Em] my family in the county because I know they [C] going through it.
Long live [Am] J-Rock.
He the reason why I do it.
[Em] Let me welcome you to Slauson [C] Avenue.
Word up, [Am] police, don't help, they be [Em] harassing you.
Smoking weed just to get by.
My mama know [C] I get high.
I rep my [Am] shit, I'm on my tipper till the day that I die.
[Em] I drop you like Geronimo, slam you like [C] some dominoes.
And if you want [Am] the beat, then I can smoke you like [Eb] a [Em] ophthalmo.
Real shit, I'm [C] cold-blooded.
Heart made [Am] of cement and I know the hoes love it.
[Em] I'm passing all my classes with my A-plus [C] game.
Bitch, you the type to vote [Eb] for Donald Trump, so miss me with [B] that lame shit.
I live and die by the [Cm] code.
Young Sinatra coming at you till [E] the day that I'm gone.
And shout out to [B] everybody that be singing my [C] songs.
And one time for everybody that be rolling, [B] that's wrong.
A middle finger to whoever said [C] I wouldn't make it.
All these rappers claim [E] they on the throne, but I'ma take it.
They don't know what to [B] expect, but just prepare for greatness.
The mixtape is about to drop.
[Ebm] _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _