Chords for Eric B. & Rakim - I Ain't No Joke

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I ain't no [Gb] joke, [Bb] I used to let the mic [C] smoke, now I slam it when it's going to make sure it's [D] broke.
When I'm gone I want [Bb] this on, cause I won't let nobody press up and mess up the scene [Ebm] I'm set.
I like to stand in [Gm] the crowd, and watch the people wonder, damn, but think about a thing you [Ebm] understand.
I'm [Bb] just an addict addicted to music, [F] maybe it's a habit, you gotta use it, [Gb] even if [Bb] it's
jazz or the quiet [N] storm.
I hope I can beat up, convert it into hip hop form.
[Gb] Write a rhyme and graffiti in every show you see in, deep concentration, cause I'm no comedian,
I'm not even a phony, cause the joke is [Bbm] a wow, if you want it, [N] hey, I treat you like
a child, then you're gonna be named, [Db] another enemy, not even [N] a phenomenon, cause you'll
get fried in the end, when you pretend to be [Gb] competing, [Eb] cause I just put your mind on
pause, and I complete it, you can pair my rhyme with yours, as I wake you up, and as
I stare in your face, it [Ebm] seems, still remember me, remember when you got [N] your idea from,
but soon you start to suffer, the tune will get rougher, when you start to stutter, that's
when you have a name, [Gb] fighting it'll make you choke, you can't provoke, you can't cope,
You should've broke because I ain't no joke
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I got a question
[N] As serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer hyped
But as a heart attack, nobody's smiling
Cause you're expressing the rhyming and the styling
This is what we all sit down and write
You can't make it so you take it home, break it
And buy me these [Gb] pieces and [Bb] bits of all [N] my hip-hop hits
Get your style down, packed in, it's time to switch
I take one pause and add some more to yours
Then you figure you're ready for the neighborhood chores
The [Bb] EMCEE don't even try to be
When you [Ebm] come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imagine
Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me
[Bbm] So when you see me come up, [Ebm] bruise
Oh, you'll be one of those seven MCs
They think that I'm [Gm] a new jack, but only if they knew that
They who think wrong, a [Db] fake
Who can't do that [Gb] style that [Bb] I'm doing
They might go in patterns and paragraphs based on who I am
Your RB DJ, if anything he play, sound [Ab] familiar
I'll wait till he say, [Gb] play him
[Eb] So I'ma have to [N] diss you, bro, you can get a smack for this
I ain't no joke
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[Eb] _ [G] hold the microphone like a grudge
Be a whole of workin' so the needle don't clutch
I hold a [Bb] conversation cause what I in fact [Cm] nominated
My [Gb] DJ the president
When I'm C-Hal, freestyle goin' steadily
So pucker up and whistle my melody
But [Bb] whatever you [N] do, don't miss one
There'll be another rough rhyme after [Gb] this one
[G] Before you know it, following the theme
[N] Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning
Like before, the Mura Lumber story I'm telling
[Abm] Nobody beats the artist [Gb] I'm on
Save it, [Eb] put it in your pocket for later
Cause I move in the crowd and be a record [N] fader
No interruption till the mic is broke
When I'm gone, [Ebm] then you can joke
Cause [Bb] everything is real on a [Eb] serious tip
Keep playing and I get [E] furious [Gb] quick
And I'll take you for a walk through hell
Please you [Bm] don't, don't watch your [Gb] eyeball swell
God, you outta [Bbm] shape to face darkness
[E] When it get dark [Ebm] again, then I'ma spark this microphone
Cause the heat is on, you see smoke
And then the [A] end is when the beat is [B] gone
I'm on a joke, I'm [Bb] broke
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