Chords for EPMD - So Whatcha Sayin'

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The 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 scraps for that
Yo, I'm the hip hopper, plus the show shopper, down with them Ds, the microphone doctor
One who acts, the other the swords, and if you think you ready to mess, [C#m] kill the noise
We don't play when it's time to slay, I get a cut from my homie, yo, [N] it's an outlay
Back and mackin' all the rhymes I pack, and wait for a sucker to jump and then attack
Well I'm known to be the master in the MC field, no respectin' 87, 88, Chanel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform, whackin' somethin' like
Mock and Glo, stack the second time, put on a different assignment, do a sucker with
Jeff, who needs a rap in alignment, cause I'm the cream of the crop, when it's time
to do a show, Sterling's on my dock, call my dope bitch
Troll, as I glance at his double, can't your microphone rack up
Turn on my callers, say your mic checker to the ladies, [F] ain't no party goin'
Some call me Pete, another slow flower, brother's on my jock, all the way I hold [C] it, we so still
So [C#m] what you _ _ [B] sayin'?
[C#m] So [D#m] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _
what you [C#m] sayin'?
[B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [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'?
Get the 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'm fine as wine, sit
back and recline, watch the sunshine, take a stroll, listen to rock and roll, catch a
flick at the movies, dance or bowl, what I choose, let me fool the slack, while I'm
back, I take a chan-jack, so I must attack, with knick-knack, potty-whack, so I won't
lack, all my style is death, and it's belly-ass
While I'm slayin', music's playin', the sucker is the lame, battle in the trenches,
where the funk can be found, cause with a partner like your double, don't come a dime
a dozen, akin to blood related, but two performance cousins, [F] cause as we climb the charts, better
known as the Tisters, brothers on my dock, while we kickin' ballistics, droppin' hits
like I'm House, and you gots to chillin' more, the poopers in the pudding, yo check
the billboard, people around town talkin' this and that, how we sound like a R, and
our music is wack, drop the album, strictly business, and you thought we would fold?
30 days later, the LP went gold, [C#m] so what you _ [B] sayin'?
[C#m] _ _ [D#m] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am]
So what you [C#m] _ _ [B] sayin'?
[A] _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] Now party people, [F] it's time for this quiz, and don't knock-knock, who's that?
Who's there?
Oh is it?
It's the E-R-I-C [C]-K, yes the boy, one of no fob, no bloops, no bloops, and no [N] blunders,
so hot, so you can say I'm blatin', and Luther Vanzo [C] says yo, I am so _ [F] amazing, and I'm
alienated, for a sucker [N] to attack, yo me the E-Double, come here and P-N-D like the
funky French couple, I fight fire with fire, that's why most retire, and when we needed
a pick, boy, you was nice, cause you was memorized, but that style that we was bringin' in the
all-out battle, he comes out swingin', cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to
get mines, and look the odds against me, I still drop lines, and get mines on time, that's
why I most resign, to my lazy boy, Chet, who lacks my head and recline, sip a Pepsi or
Coke, with a twist of lime, crack a 48, and then I [C#m] go for mine, so what you _ [B] sayin'?
[C#m] _ _ [D#m] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [D] _ _
So what you [C#m] _ _ [B] sayin'?
[C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#m] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _