Chords for EPMD - So Wat Cha Sayin'
Tempo:
102.1 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
B
E
A
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes open, cause a bro like me is always scoped when the fact is, in fact, because I cut no slack, it's like that.
This is the big payback.
[G] Clock can't hear.
[Fm] Clock can't hear.
[A#] Clock can't hear.
[N] Clock can't hear.
If rapping was a tribe, I'd be the chief command chief.
Hat, fat, lean, stonky ring, whoopie pin.
[Em]
The [N] importance of it, yeah, yeah, we back to work.
I took time off while the rappers got jerked.
Due to the fact they whackin' their track, have to go back and stack cause they lack the ingredients.
EPMD and Scratch for that.
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, bustin' show shopper.
Down with MDS, the microphone doctor.
One Rex, the other the Swozen.
If you think you're ready to mess, kill the noise.
We don't play when it's time to slay.
I get a cut from my homie, yo, then I lay.
Back and Mackin' all the rhymes I pack.
I wait for a sucker to jump and then attack.
Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field.
No respect in 87, 88, Chenille.
Cause I produce and get loose when it's time to perform.
Whackin' something like mop and blow.
It's back the second time, but on a different assignment.
We do a sucker and we jack.
We need to rap and align it cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show.
Girlies on my dock, bro, my dope get troll.
As I glance at the double-k microphone record.
Turn on my parlor, say the mic checker to the ladies.
Ain't no party goin'.
Some call me kid, then other slow flower.
Brothers on my jock, bro, the way I hold a piece of steel.
[C#m] So what you [B] sayin'?
[A] [D#m]
[C#m] [E] [D] So what you [C#m] [B] sayin'?
[A] [B]
[E] [B] [F#] [N]
Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box MCs.
I'm jumpin' out shoes and socks, I'm not playin'.
Understand what I'm sayin', catch a sucker in my way and I'm slayin'.
Takin' those shorts, showin' vital signs.
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines in 89.
Because I find who's wrong, sit back and recline.
Watch the sunshine, take a stroll.
Listen to rock and roll.
Check the flick out the movies, dance or bowl.
What I choose, I refuse to slack.
While I'm back, I take a chair jack.
So I must attack with knick-knack, paddywhack, so I won't lack.
All my style is death and it's deli-esque.
While I'm slayin', music's playin', a sucker is delaying.
Battle in the trenches, where the funk can be playing.
Cause we're the partner like your double, don't call him a dime a dozen.
A kin of blood related, but you can call us cousins.
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as the Tistics.
Brothers on my jock, bro, I'm kickin' ballistics.
Droppin' hits like I'm house and you got to chillin' more.
The proof is in the pudding, yo, check the billboard.
People around town talkin' this and that, how we sound like a awe, and our music is wack.
Drop the album, strictly business, and you don't revoke.
Thirty days later, the LP [C#m] went gold, so what you [B] sayin'?
[C#m] [D#m]
[A] [E] [D] [Am] So what you [C#m] [B] sayin'?
[C#m] [B]
[C#m] [E] [F#]
[N] Now party people, it's time for the escrutin', no knock-knock, who's that?
Who's that?
Oh, is it?
It's the E-R-I-C-K.
Yes, the boy want it.
No fob, no bleep, no bloop, so no blubbing.
So hot, so you can say I'm [Em] blazin'.
Luther Vandross says [F] yo, I am so amazing.
And I'm alienated.
I'm a force sucker to [N] attack, yo, me the E-Double, come here and P-M-D like the funky plus couple.
I fight fire with fire, that's why I'm mostly tidy.
When we needed to piss, boy, you was mine, cause you was memorized.
But that style that we was bringing in the all-out battle, E comes out swinging, cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to get mine.
Even if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time.
That's why I'm mostly zonked.
Sit in my lazy boy chair, relax my head and we climb.
Sip a Pepsi or Coke with a twist of lime, crack a 40-0, and then I go over [C#m] mine, so what you saying?
[B] [C#m] [D#m]
[A] [G#m] [D] [Am] So what you [C#m] saying?
[B] [C#m] [B] [C#m] [B] [F#] [C#m]
[B] [C#m] [D#m]
[C#m] [E] [D] [Am]
[C#m] [B] [C#m] [B]
[C#m] [B] [C#m] [B]
This is the big payback.
[G] Clock can't hear.
[Fm] Clock can't hear.
[A#] Clock can't hear.
[N] Clock can't hear.
If rapping was a tribe, I'd be the chief command chief.
Hat, fat, lean, stonky ring, whoopie pin.
[Em]
The [N] importance of it, yeah, yeah, we back to work.
I took time off while the rappers got jerked.
Due to the fact they whackin' their track, have to go back and stack cause they lack the ingredients.
EPMD and Scratch for that.
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, bustin' show shopper.
Down with MDS, the microphone doctor.
One Rex, the other the Swozen.
If you think you're ready to mess, kill the noise.
We don't play when it's time to slay.
I get a cut from my homie, yo, then I lay.
Back and Mackin' all the rhymes I pack.
I wait for a sucker to jump and then attack.
Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field.
No respect in 87, 88, Chenille.
Cause I produce and get loose when it's time to perform.
Whackin' something like mop and blow.
It's back the second time, but on a different assignment.
We do a sucker and we jack.
We need to rap and align it cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show.
Girlies on my dock, bro, my dope get troll.
As I glance at the double-k microphone record.
Turn on my parlor, say the mic checker to the ladies.
Ain't no party goin'.
Some call me kid, then other slow flower.
Brothers on my jock, bro, the way I hold a piece of steel.
[C#m] So what you [B] sayin'?
[A] [D#m]
[C#m] [E] [D] So what you [C#m] [B] sayin'?
[A] [B]
[E] [B] [F#] [N]
Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box MCs.
I'm jumpin' out shoes and socks, I'm not playin'.
Understand what I'm sayin', catch a sucker in my way and I'm slayin'.
Takin' those shorts, showin' vital signs.
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines in 89.
Because I find who's wrong, sit back and recline.
Watch the sunshine, take a stroll.
Listen to rock and roll.
Check the flick out the movies, dance or bowl.
What I choose, I refuse to slack.
While I'm back, I take a chair jack.
So I must attack with knick-knack, paddywhack, so I won't lack.
All my style is death and it's deli-esque.
While I'm slayin', music's playin', a sucker is delaying.
Battle in the trenches, where the funk can be playing.
Cause we're the partner like your double, don't call him a dime a dozen.
A kin of blood related, but you can call us cousins.
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as the Tistics.
Brothers on my jock, bro, I'm kickin' ballistics.
Droppin' hits like I'm house and you got to chillin' more.
The proof is in the pudding, yo, check the billboard.
People around town talkin' this and that, how we sound like a awe, and our music is wack.
Drop the album, strictly business, and you don't revoke.
Thirty days later, the LP [C#m] went gold, so what you [B] sayin'?
[C#m] [D#m]
[A] [E] [D] [Am] So what you [C#m] [B] sayin'?
[C#m] [B]
[C#m] [E] [F#]
[N] Now party people, it's time for the escrutin', no knock-knock, who's that?
Who's that?
Oh, is it?
It's the E-R-I-C-K.
Yes, the boy want it.
No fob, no bleep, no bloop, so no blubbing.
So hot, so you can say I'm [Em] blazin'.
Luther Vandross says [F] yo, I am so amazing.
And I'm alienated.
I'm a force sucker to [N] attack, yo, me the E-Double, come here and P-M-D like the funky plus couple.
I fight fire with fire, that's why I'm mostly tidy.
When we needed to piss, boy, you was mine, cause you was memorized.
But that style that we was bringing in the all-out battle, E comes out swinging, cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to get mine.
Even if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time.
That's why I'm mostly zonked.
Sit in my lazy boy chair, relax my head and we climb.
Sip a Pepsi or Coke with a twist of lime, crack a 40-0, and then I go over [C#m] mine, so what you saying?
[B] [C#m] [D#m]
[A] [G#m] [D] [Am] So what you [C#m] saying?
[B] [C#m] [B] [C#m] [B] [F#] [C#m]
[B] [C#m] [D#m]
[C#m] [E] [D] [Am]
[C#m] [B] [C#m] [B]
[C#m] [B] [C#m] [B]
Key:
C#m
B
E
A
D#m
C#m
B
E
_ So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes open, cause a bro like me is always scoped when the fact is, in fact, because I cut no slack, it's like that.
This is the big payback.
_ _ [G] Clock can't hear.
[Fm] Clock can't hear.
[A#] _ Clock can't hear.
[N] Clock can't hear.
If rapping was a tribe, I'd be the chief command chief.
Hat, fat, lean, stonky ring, whoopie pin. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The [N] importance of it, yeah, yeah, we back to work.
I took time off while the rappers got jerked.
Due to the fact they whackin' their track, have to go back and stack cause they lack the ingredients.
EPMD and Scratch for that. _ _
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, bustin' show shopper.
Down with MDS, the microphone doctor.
One Rex, the other the Swozen.
If you think you're ready to mess, kill the noise.
We don't play when it's time to slay.
I get a cut from my homie, yo, then I lay.
Back and Mackin' all the rhymes I pack.
I wait for a sucker to jump and then attack.
Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field.
No respect in 87, 88, Chenille.
Cause I produce and get loose when it's time to perform.
Whackin' something like mop and blow.
It's back the second time, but on a different assignment.
We do a sucker and we jack.
We need to rap and align it cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show.
Girlies on my dock, bro, my dope get troll.
As I glance at the double-k microphone record.
Turn on my parlor, say the mic checker to the ladies.
Ain't no party goin'.
Some call me kid, then other slow flower.
Brothers on my jock, bro, the way I hold a piece of steel.
[C#m] So what you _ _ [B] sayin'?
[A] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ So what you [C#m] _ [B] sayin'?
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [N]
Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box MCs.
I'm jumpin' out shoes and socks, I'm not playin'.
Understand what I'm sayin', catch a sucker in my way and I'm slayin'.
Takin' those shorts, showin' vital signs.
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines in 89.
Because I find who's wrong, sit back and recline.
Watch the sunshine, take a stroll.
Listen to rock and roll.
Check the flick out the movies, dance or bowl.
What I choose, I refuse to slack.
While I'm back, I take a chair jack.
So I must attack with knick-knack, paddywhack, so I won't lack.
All my style is death and it's deli-esque.
While I'm slayin', music's playin', a sucker is delaying.
Battle in the trenches, where the funk can be playing.
Cause we're the partner like your double, don't call him a dime a dozen.
A kin of blood related, but you can call us cousins.
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as the Tistics.
Brothers on my jock, bro, I'm kickin' ballistics.
Droppin' hits like I'm house and you got to chillin' more.
The proof is in the pudding, yo, check the billboard.
People around town talkin' this and that, how we sound like a awe, and our music is wack.
Drop the album, strictly business, and you don't revoke.
Thirty days later, the LP [C#m] went gold, so what you _ [B] sayin'?
[C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] So what you [C#m] _ [B] sayin'?
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[N] Now party people, it's time for the escrutin', no knock-knock, who's that?
Who's that?
Oh, is it?
It's the E-R-I-C-K.
Yes, the boy want it.
No fob, no bleep, no bloop, so no blubbing.
So hot, so you can say I'm [Em] blazin'.
Luther Vandross says [F] yo, I am so _ amazing.
And I'm alienated.
I'm a force sucker to [N] attack, yo, me the E-Double, come here and P-M-D like the funky plus couple.
I fight fire with fire, that's why I'm mostly tidy.
When we needed to piss, boy, you was mine, cause you was memorized.
But that style that we was bringing in the all-out battle, E comes out swinging, cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to get mine.
Even if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time.
That's why I'm mostly zonked.
Sit in my lazy boy chair, relax my head and we climb.
Sip a Pepsi or Coke with a twist of lime, crack a 40-0, and then I go over [C#m] mine, so what you saying?
[B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] So what you [C#m] saying?
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
This is the big payback.
_ _ [G] Clock can't hear.
[Fm] Clock can't hear.
[A#] _ Clock can't hear.
[N] Clock can't hear.
If rapping was a tribe, I'd be the chief command chief.
Hat, fat, lean, stonky ring, whoopie pin. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The [N] importance of it, yeah, yeah, we back to work.
I took time off while the rappers got jerked.
Due to the fact they whackin' their track, have to go back and stack cause they lack the ingredients.
EPMD and Scratch for that. _ _
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, bustin' show shopper.
Down with MDS, the microphone doctor.
One Rex, the other the Swozen.
If you think you're ready to mess, kill the noise.
We don't play when it's time to slay.
I get a cut from my homie, yo, then I lay.
Back and Mackin' all the rhymes I pack.
I wait for a sucker to jump and then attack.
Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field.
No respect in 87, 88, Chenille.
Cause I produce and get loose when it's time to perform.
Whackin' something like mop and blow.
It's back the second time, but on a different assignment.
We do a sucker and we jack.
We need to rap and align it cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show.
Girlies on my dock, bro, my dope get troll.
As I glance at the double-k microphone record.
Turn on my parlor, say the mic checker to the ladies.
Ain't no party goin'.
Some call me kid, then other slow flower.
Brothers on my jock, bro, the way I hold a piece of steel.
[C#m] So what you _ _ [B] sayin'?
[A] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ So what you [C#m] _ [B] sayin'?
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [N]
Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box MCs.
I'm jumpin' out shoes and socks, I'm not playin'.
Understand what I'm sayin', catch a sucker in my way and I'm slayin'.
Takin' those shorts, showin' vital signs.
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines in 89.
Because I find who's wrong, sit back and recline.
Watch the sunshine, take a stroll.
Listen to rock and roll.
Check the flick out the movies, dance or bowl.
What I choose, I refuse to slack.
While I'm back, I take a chair jack.
So I must attack with knick-knack, paddywhack, so I won't lack.
All my style is death and it's deli-esque.
While I'm slayin', music's playin', a sucker is delaying.
Battle in the trenches, where the funk can be playing.
Cause we're the partner like your double, don't call him a dime a dozen.
A kin of blood related, but you can call us cousins.
Cause as we climb the charts, better known as the Tistics.
Brothers on my jock, bro, I'm kickin' ballistics.
Droppin' hits like I'm house and you got to chillin' more.
The proof is in the pudding, yo, check the billboard.
People around town talkin' this and that, how we sound like a awe, and our music is wack.
Drop the album, strictly business, and you don't revoke.
Thirty days later, the LP [C#m] went gold, so what you _ [B] sayin'?
[C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] So what you [C#m] _ [B] sayin'?
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[N] Now party people, it's time for the escrutin', no knock-knock, who's that?
Who's that?
Oh, is it?
It's the E-R-I-C-K.
Yes, the boy want it.
No fob, no bleep, no bloop, so no blubbing.
So hot, so you can say I'm [Em] blazin'.
Luther Vandross says [F] yo, I am so _ amazing.
And I'm alienated.
I'm a force sucker to [N] attack, yo, me the E-Double, come here and P-M-D like the funky plus couple.
I fight fire with fire, that's why I'm mostly tidy.
When we needed to piss, boy, you was mine, cause you was memorized.
But that style that we was bringing in the all-out battle, E comes out swinging, cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to get mine.
Even if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time.
That's why I'm mostly zonked.
Sit in my lazy boy chair, relax my head and we climb.
Sip a Pepsi or Coke with a twist of lime, crack a 40-0, and then I go over [C#m] mine, so what you saying?
[B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] So what you [C#m] saying?
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _