Chords for EPMD - You Gots To Chill

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[C#m] I
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_ [F] _ _ _ [G#m] Relax
Make a [F#] lady scream and shout while the [G#] birds at you
Take total control of your body and [C#m] soul
Hacker 9 and my pants when I'm climbing [E] walls
I'm the P-E-W-M-D-E-E
And [F#] one thing I hate is the [E] bite in the teeth
When I enter the hall, these suckers always form a line
Then they ease the way up and try to [F] bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, fish many pieces
[F#m] And do it in jacks on the [E] one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic, it becomes contagious
Whenever the leaks, they all RIP
Formals underwear means rest in [Fm] pieces, indeed
[E] Stand some microphone bopper in [F#] the cap of the [E] P
Cap of the M, cap of the D
No doubt, the chief blocker [F#] don't like to get ill
But if I [C#] have to, I can't, so [Cm] believe me, boy
_ [F#m] You gots to chill
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every [F#] _ _ [C#m] _ word I'm saying, [Dm] know what's my plan
Don't hesitate [Em] to motivate the crowd, I'm not [A#] playing
I'm playing, I [G] believe it, [C#m] you guessed my [G#] joke
I'm trying to end it out because I'm just too small
I'm so [E] stressed, I'm less than natural, fuck, I'm like [C#] Zorro
I'm up [E] here, I'm about, I don't [F#] swing on no ropes or no iron [E] cords
The only weapon is my rapping sword
[G#] Intimidate them sneeze with the tone of my vocal drone
When [F#] I'm eating on the microphone, it's on the funky rhyme
Eek off, [G#] MC on the beat, dog, I wanna light them packs and relax
[E] And when it's time, it's your diggum smells
I keep the hands clapping, finger snapping from tapping
[F#] When it's time to roll, [E] woozy patrols for the soul
PMQ, the mic's my only fraud
I do the course of the parlor, I kill again in the [A#] get-go
If you're thinking about plowing, you better come prepared
[F#] Come with your shields and [E] your arm in [D#] gear, you got pressure
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