Eminem - Fall (Official Music Video) Chords

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101 bpm
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Ebm

Ab

Dm

F

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Eminem - Fall (Official Music Video) chords
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[G] [F]
[Bb] Really?
Fuck.
[N] Yo man, we going to the studio or what?
[Dm] Yeah, let's go.
Hold on.
[Eb] I keep getting fucking alerts on my phone.
[Dm] Alerts?
Yeah, like articles [Ab] and shit.
Eminem completely phones in his verse.
[Db] [Eb] Fuck this.
What's wrong with him?
[E] He gotta stop looking at that [N] shit, bro.
Goddamn.
[Dm] [Ebm] You know, everybody's been telling me what they think about me for the last few months.
Maybe it's time I tell them what I think about them.
[Abm] [Ebm]
[Ab] [Ebm]
I'm so fucking late, I got a marathon of pace.
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr.
Dre in that first marijuana tape.
Guess I got a chronic case.
And I ain't just blowing smoke, less is in your mama's face.
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say.
And know me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways.
You swear to God I forgot I'm the God that made not afraid.
One last time for Charlamagne.
If my response is late, it's just how long it takes to hit my fucking radar.
I'm so far away.
These rappers are like Hunger Games.
One minute they're mocking Jay.
Next minute they get their stop for Migos, so they copy Drake.
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away.
But all the hate I call it walk on Watergate.
I've had as much as I can tolerate.
I'm sick and tired of waiting.
I done lost my patience.
I can take all of you motherfuckers on it once.
You want it shady?
You got it.
Don't fall in my shit.
Don't fall in my shit.
Don't fall in my shit.
Somebody tell Button before I snap he better fasten it.
Or have his body bag and zip the closest thing he's had to hits of smacking bitches.
And don't make me have to give it back to academics.
Say this shit is trash again.
I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slipping at the telly.
Even when I'm getting brain, you'll never catch me with a thought.
Racking with it, Keen spitting on it, it's on his lashes.
Oh, you better go back and listen.
You know me better.
Think I'll slow a lad up, call it trap.
Cause it's a total setup.
Hoping that you rappers falling at.
Drake that holds your head up.
Kathy Griffin stacking ammunition.
Slap the clip and cock it back on competition.
This is how I shot a head.
Gabby Gifford, my attack is vicious.
Jack the Ripper back in business.
Tyler create nothing.
I see why you called yourself a bitch.
It's not just cause you lack attention.
It's because you worship 12 balls.
You're sacrilegious.
If you're going to critique me, you better at least be as [Abm] good a better head.
All the hood [Ebm] is wetter.
Whatever his name is to help you put together some words.
More than just two letters.
The fans waiting for this moment.
Like that feature when I stole the show.
Sorry about your forever.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Remember, I was here before you.
[F] And I'll be here after you.
Make you running for [Ebm] you.
Detractors on my half.
The fuck this fuck with a corkscrew.
Just [Ab] what the doctor ordered.
[Ebm] Revenge is the best medicine.
Increase the dose from least to most.
And then tell the Grammy's to go and fuck [Ab] themselves.
They suck the blood from [Ebm] all the biggest artists like some leeches.
So they nominate him.
Get him there.
Get a name to emcee to show every parasite needs a host.
Then give album out a year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of.
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered.
Time to separate the sheep from goats.
And I got no faith in your writers.
I don't believe in ghosts.
When rap needed it most.
How was that wing in the prayer?
A beak and a hope.
And a B-I-R-D in the air.
Somewhere some kid is bumping this while he lip syncs in the mirror.
That's who I'm doing it for.
The rest I don't really even care.
But you would think I'm carrying an Oxford dictionary in my pocket.
How I'm burying these artists on a scale that turns your mind.
It's less disparity.
It's as Harley and what's scary is you probably can't compare me to your car.
Cause I'm just barely getting started.
In bars, Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone.
[Fm] Or I'll show you an Elvis clone.
Walk up in this house you [Ebm] own.
Cross my pelvic bone.
Use your telephone.
Then go fetch me [Ab] the remote.
Put my feet [Ebm] up and just make myself at home.
I belong here.
Well, don't tell me about the culture.
I inspire the Hoppses.
The Logics.
The Coles.
The Shons.
The Kayots.
The Five Nines and O's.
Throughout the world.
50 Cent.
Uti, Squat, Kiss and Moe.
But I'm not gonna fall.
Gonna fall.
Gonna get you.
So now.
Came here to commit sins.
For the poor you love.
So now.
She's a grown up and [N] it's no [C] fun.
[Cm]
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Ebm
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Ab
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Dm
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F
134211111
Eb
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Ebm
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Ab
134211114
Dm
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Learn the basic chords of Eminem - Fall chords, with this master sequence: Ebm, Ab, Ebm, Abm, Ebm, Fm and Ebm. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 50 BPM and then match the original tempo of 101 BPM. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: Eb Major.

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_ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Really?
Fuck.
_ _ [N] _ Yo man, we going to the studio or what?
[Dm] Yeah, let's go.
Hold on.
[Eb] I keep getting fucking alerts on my phone.
[Dm] Alerts?
Yeah, like articles [Ab] and shit.
Eminem completely phones in his verse.
[Db] [Eb] Fuck this.
What's wrong with him? _
_ [E] He gotta stop looking at that [N] shit, bro.
Goddamn. _
_ [Dm] _ [Ebm] _ You know, everybody's been telling me what they think about me for the last few months.
_ Maybe it's time I tell them what I think about them. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm so fucking late, I got a marathon of pace.
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr.
Dre in that first marijuana tape.
Guess I got a chronic case.
And I ain't just blowing smoke, less is in your mama's face.
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say.
And know me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways.
You swear to God I forgot I'm the God that made not afraid.
One last time for Charlamagne.
If my response is late, it's just how long it takes to hit my fucking radar.
I'm so far away.
These rappers are like Hunger Games.
One minute they're mocking Jay.
Next minute they get their stop for Migos, so they copy Drake.
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away.
But all the hate I call it walk on Watergate.
I've had as much as I can tolerate.
I'm sick and tired of waiting.
I done lost my patience.
I can take all of you motherfuckers on it once.
You want it shady?
You got it. _
Don't fall _ _ in my shit.
Don't fall in my shit.
Don't fall in my shit.
_ _ _ Somebody tell Button before I snap he better fasten it.
Or have his body bag and zip the closest thing he's had to hits of smacking bitches.
And don't make me have to give it back to academics.
Say this shit is trash again.
I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slipping at the telly.
Even when I'm getting brain, you'll never catch me with a thought.
Racking with it, Keen spitting on it, it's on his lashes.
Oh, you better go back and listen.
You know me better.
Think I'll slow a lad up, call it trap.
Cause it's a total setup.
Hoping that you rappers falling at.
Drake that holds your head up.
Kathy Griffin stacking ammunition.
Slap the clip and cock it back on competition.
This is how I shot a head.
Gabby Gifford, my attack is vicious.
Jack the Ripper back in business.
Tyler create nothing.
I see why you called yourself a bitch.
It's not just cause you lack attention.
It's because you worship 12 balls.
You're sacrilegious.
If you're going to critique me, you better at least be as [Abm] good a better head.
All the hood [Ebm] is wetter.
Whatever his name is to help you put together some words.
More than just two letters.
The fans waiting for this moment.
Like that feature when I stole the show.
Sorry about your forever.
_ _ Don't fall on my face. _
Don't fall on my face.
_ Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Don't _ _ fall on my face.
Don't fall on my face.
Remember, I was here before you.
[F] And I'll be here after you.
Make you running for [Ebm] you.
Detractors on my half.
The fuck this fuck with a corkscrew.
Just [Ab] what the doctor ordered.
[Ebm] Revenge is the best medicine.
Increase the dose from least to most.
And then tell the Grammy's to go and fuck [Ab] themselves.
They suck the blood from [Ebm] all the biggest artists like some leeches.
So they nominate him.
Get him there.
Get a name to emcee to show every parasite needs a host.
Then give album out a year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of.
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered.
Time to separate the sheep from goats.
And I got no faith in your writers.
I don't believe in ghosts.
When rap needed it most.
How was that wing in the prayer?
A beak and a hope.
And a B-I-R-D in the air.
Somewhere some kid is bumping this while he lip syncs in the mirror.
That's who I'm doing it for.
The rest I don't really even care.
But you would think I'm carrying an Oxford dictionary in my pocket.
How I'm burying these artists on a scale that turns your mind.
It's less disparity.
It's as Harley and what's scary is you probably can't compare me to your car.
Cause I'm just barely getting started.
In bars, Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone.
[Fm] Or I'll show you an Elvis clone.
Walk up in this house you [Ebm] own.
Cross my pelvic bone.
Use your telephone.
Then go fetch me [Ab] the remote.
Put my feet [Ebm] up and just make myself at home.
I belong here.
Well, don't tell me about the culture.
I inspire the Hoppses.
The Logics.
The Coles.
The Shons.
The Kayots.
The Five Nines and O's.
Throughout the world.
50 Cent.
Uti, Squat, Kiss and Moe.
But I'm not gonna fall.
Gonna fall.
Gonna get you.
_ _ _ So now.
_ _ Came here to commit _ _ _ sins.
For the poor you love.
So now.
_ _ _ She's a grown up and [N] it's no [C] fun. _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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