Chords for EPMD - It's My Thing (1988)

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_ _ _ I'm proud of him today.
Let's hear him play. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ MC's out there, you better stand clear.
EPMD is a world premiere from New York straight talk.
America's best, cold, wild Long Island is where we rest.
Style of the rap makes your hands clap.
They can't miss out because the rhymes are strapped.
They mean there's no time for play.
If you buy a line, they'll blow you away.
Boy, you bite, your body gets hot.
Don't get too close because your mic is shot.
No one at my mom like a pointless rat.
[C#] Don't play [D] dumb, boy, you're smarter than that.
That's my thing.
_ You got that? _ _ _
_ _ _ You _ [N] got that?
The rhythmatic style keeps the rhyme flowing.
The brain's already biting without you knowing.
Can't understand why your body's getting weaker.
Then you will lie, just the voice from the speaker.
The mind becomes delirious, situation serious.
Don't get ill, go and get curious.
Enough about that, let's get on to something better.
And if it gets warm, take off the hot sweater.
And if you want some water, I get you a cup.
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up.
I'm telling you now, boy, you ain't jacked.
Talk to my son, I'm in the T-Hugin back, but he's not.
So don't act cute, because if we do, you in high position.
It's my thing.
You [D] got that? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ As the song goes on, you will notice a change.
The way I [N] throw down, the way I say my name.
The mic that I'm packing, this ain't resistance.
So it's cool, it keep you there.
That's when I walk into the party, girls are screaming at me.
I pop my mic in my holes, and then I go, freeze. _ _ _
_ Music, please. _ _ _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ Where was I?
Oh, yes.
Say a deaf rhyme, then I pull up the rest.
Every time I rock a rhyme, I can tell that you like it.
Emotion is strong like the mind of a psychic.
The mind is weary, floating like a dove.
Sweating the thing [D] like the jewels make a love.
Control the crowd so they can accept it.
Total the concentration is [A] the perfect measure.
That's my thing.
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The wack, I subtract.
The strong, I attack.
The ones who got the mic and freeze, I throw back.
I perfect and eject, make MC sweat.
Take them off all the mic, then I tell them step.
Not waiting or debating, because if you keep hating,
play me too close, like two dogs mating.
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson.
Don't wait, you'll like it when suckers start messing.
Trying to make a scene, talking very loud.
Talking much junk to attract the crowd.
You say you want to battle.
Your first mistake,
you get quiet and stuff like you was out of weight.
In the beginning, you knew you wasn't winning.
Now you're for shame, your head starts bending.
Kind of set, boy, I understand.
You lost again, I won't got you.
[D] That's my thing.
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_ _ _ _ My funky fresh lyrics put you in the spirit.
I'll speak a little louder, boy, you suckers can't hear it.
The rhymes I design are right on time.
And at the crown of my mic, place a danger sign.
Because I'm a thriller of Manila, empty coke killer.
Drink Budweiser, cannot stand Miller.
MC's cold clock until the party's through.
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, this bar's for you.
[F] To be a real MC, you can't be obedient.
To be smooth is the main ingredient.
You have to be silky like a Milky Way.
To be able to make it work, you rest and play.
I control the pace of the rhythm I'm blowing.
I ride the jet as the wind is [A] blowing.
Slow yet, just like the oar,
the capacitance waves like the motion of water.
Smooth.
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[D] _ [N] While the record is spinning, got your fly girlie grinning.
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginning.
Rhymes fresh in the fret, never heard me fast.
Scored 110 on my MC test.
I'm rock strong and enticing, hold the MC license.
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened.
I'm dangerous, I get across some bones.
Lines don't bore you in the danger zone.
What I mean by lines, I don't mean biting.
You mess around and we'll be fighting.
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite.
Because the rhymes are mine and that ain't right.
But I tell it, it's chill, till the next episode of Diamond J.
Yo, [D] release the chords.
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