Chords for Fall
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Jam Along & Learn...
You know everybody's been telling me what they think about me for the last few months maybe it's time I tell them what I think about them
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Don't, don't I say, don't I say
already late, I got a marathon of space
marijuana tape
Paul and Dre they won't tell me what not to say, and know me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
I forgot I'm the God of may not afraid, one last time for Charlemagne
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Don't, don't I say, don't I say
already late, I got a marathon of space
marijuana tape
Paul and Dre they won't tell me what not to say, and know me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
I forgot I'm the God of may not afraid, one last time for Charlemagne
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You know everybody's been telling me what they think about me for the last few months _ maybe it's time I tell them what I think about them
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_ _ _ Don't, don't I say, _ _ don't I say
Gotta concentrate against the clock I race, got no time to waste I'm already late, I got a marathon of space
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr.
Dre and that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case, and I ain't just blowing smoke, less is in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre they won't tell me what not to say, and know me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You swear to God I forgot I'm the God of may not afraid, one last time for Charlemagne
And my response is late, that's just how long it takes to hit my fuckin' radar I'm so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games, one minute they're mocking Jay, next minute they get to stop with me go over to the copy Drake
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away, but all the hate I call it walk on Watergate
I've had as much as I can tolerate, I'm sick and tired of waiting, I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on it once, you want it shady, you got it
Before my face, [Eb] _
before _ _ [Ebm] my face, before my face, before my face _
_ Somebody tell Button before I snap, he better fasten it, or have his body bagged
It's the closest thing he's had to hits or smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back to academics, say this shit is trash again
I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slipping at the telly
Even when I'm getting brain, you'll never catch me with a thought
Racking with it, Keen, spitting like this on his lashes
Oh you better go back and listen, you know me better, think I'll slow a lad up, call it trap
Cause it's a total setup, hoping that you rappers falling at, Drake said hold your head up
Kathy Griffin stacking ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, this is how I shot her head
Abby Gifford, my attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper back in business
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a sketchy bitch
It's not just cause you lack attention, it's because you worship me, 12 balls, you're sacrilegious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Head or the hood, it's wetter, whatever his name is to help you put together some words
More than just two letters, the fans waiting for this moment, like that feature when I stole the show
Sorry about your forever _ _
Don't fall in my face, [Ebm] don't fall in my face _
Don't fall in my face, don't fall in my face _ _
_ _ Just remember, I was here before you, and [Eb] I'll be here after you
Make you [Ebm] run and for you, detractors I'm a have to fuck
Bitch fuck with a corkscrew, just what the [Eb] doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine, increase the dose from least to most
And then tell the Grammy's to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate him, get him there, get a name to him
See the show, every parasite needs a host
Then give album of the year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, how was that wing in the prayer?
A beak and a hope, and a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumping this while he lip syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doing it for, the rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carrying an Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm burying these artists on a scale that turns to minus minus as various
That's hardly even what's scary is you probably can't compare me to your car
Cause I'm just barely getting started
In cars, Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll saw you in Elva's clone, walk up in this house you own
[Ebm] Cross my pelvic bone, use your telephone
Then go fetch me [Ab] the remote, put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown, don't tell me about the culture
I inspire the Hobsons, the Logics, the Coles, the Shuns, the Chaotz, the Five, Nines, and O
Brought the world 50 cent, you the squat kissing mode
But I'm not gonna fall, into your pit
_ _ So I _ came [Ebm] _
here to cut down the whole business
I'm a fucking liar, so liar
_ I'll sweep my crown all up in a snowfall
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_ _ _ Don't, don't I say, _ _ don't I say
Gotta concentrate against the clock I race, got no time to waste I'm already late, I got a marathon of space
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr.
Dre and that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case, and I ain't just blowing smoke, less is in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre they won't tell me what not to say, and know me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You swear to God I forgot I'm the God of may not afraid, one last time for Charlemagne
And my response is late, that's just how long it takes to hit my fuckin' radar I'm so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games, one minute they're mocking Jay, next minute they get to stop with me go over to the copy Drake
Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away, but all the hate I call it walk on Watergate
I've had as much as I can tolerate, I'm sick and tired of waiting, I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on it once, you want it shady, you got it
Before my face, [Eb] _
before _ _ [Ebm] my face, before my face, before my face _
_ Somebody tell Button before I snap, he better fasten it, or have his body bagged
It's the closest thing he's had to hits or smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back to academics, say this shit is trash again
I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slipping at the telly
Even when I'm getting brain, you'll never catch me with a thought
Racking with it, Keen, spitting like this on his lashes
Oh you better go back and listen, you know me better, think I'll slow a lad up, call it trap
Cause it's a total setup, hoping that you rappers falling at, Drake said hold your head up
Kathy Griffin stacking ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, this is how I shot her head
Abby Gifford, my attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper back in business
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a sketchy bitch
It's not just cause you lack attention, it's because you worship me, 12 balls, you're sacrilegious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Head or the hood, it's wetter, whatever his name is to help you put together some words
More than just two letters, the fans waiting for this moment, like that feature when I stole the show
Sorry about your forever _ _
Don't fall in my face, [Ebm] don't fall in my face _
Don't fall in my face, don't fall in my face _ _
_ _ Just remember, I was here before you, and [Eb] I'll be here after you
Make you [Ebm] run and for you, detractors I'm a have to fuck
Bitch fuck with a corkscrew, just what the [Eb] doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine, increase the dose from least to most
And then tell the Grammy's to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate him, get him there, get a name to him
See the show, every parasite needs a host
Then give album of the year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, how was that wing in the prayer?
A beak and a hope, and a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumping this while he lip syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doing it for, the rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carrying an Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm burying these artists on a scale that turns to minus minus as various
That's hardly even what's scary is you probably can't compare me to your car
Cause I'm just barely getting started
In cars, Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll saw you in Elva's clone, walk up in this house you own
[Ebm] Cross my pelvic bone, use your telephone
Then go fetch me [Ab] the remote, put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown, don't tell me about the culture
I inspire the Hobsons, the Logics, the Coles, the Shuns, the Chaotz, the Five, Nines, and O
Brought the world 50 cent, you the squat kissing mode
But I'm not gonna fall, into your pit
_ _ So I _ came [Ebm] _
here to cut down the whole business
I'm a fucking liar, so liar
_ I'll sweep my crown all up in a snowfall
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