Fugees - Zealots (Official Audio) Chords

[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] one, [C] two, _ _ set [Bb] this off _ [Cm] Hip _ _ [Bb] hop
_ [Cm] another _ _ _ [Bb] MC loses life [C] tonight
_ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Cm] I beg [Bb] not to pray to [Cm] Jesus
[C] Jesus Christ, _ [Bb] why?
_ [C] Oh Lord, _ [Bb] Father don't let him bury [Cm] _ _ me. _ _
I haunt emcees like Mephistopheles,
[Bb] bringing swords of [Cm] damage.
Secret service, keep a close watch
as if my name was Kennedy.
_ Abstract rap, simple with this street format.
Gazing to the sky, imagine planets by parallax.
[C] Check out the retrograde motion,
kill the notion of biting and cycling
and calling it your own creation.
Feel like [Bb] Rockwell, somebody's watching [C] me.
I got no privacy, whether [A] on land or at sea.
[Eb] And for your biting zealots, your [F] rap's a [C] cacophony.
If a print predicts [Dm] deep inside you wish you had the [Cm] cockpit,
it hurts, [Bb] don't it?
A [Cm] refugee comes to the turf, _ [Eb] take over the earth.
_ _ _ _ See my rhymes are the [F] type of fly [C] rhymes
_ _ _ [Bb] that can [Cm] only get down with my [Bb] crew.
_ [Cm] And if you try _ [Bb] to take _ [Cm] lines or buy [F] _ _
rhymes,
[Cm] _ _ we'll [Bb] show you _ [Cm] how the _ refugees [F] do.
Yeah, [C] yeah, behold, this my old [Bb] man,
enfold on your [C] rhymes.
Two emcees can't occupy [F] the same space at the same [Cm] time.
History is the [Bb] laws of physics.
So [Cm] we better be a sweet dream, break up like Eurythmics.
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects [Bb] projectile.
Whether [Cm] Jew or Gentile, I rep top _ percentile.
Many styles, more powerful [Bb] than Gamma Ray.
My grammar [Cm] paid like Carlos Santana played Black Magic.
So are you human?
I'm consuming [Bb] mango juice under [Cm] Polaris.
You just embarrassed, because this your last tango in Paris.
_ And even after [Bb] all my logic [Cm] and my theory, I had a motherfucker.
[Bb] So you ignorant niggas, you [Cm] hear me?
Remember, take [Bb] notes, because I sold my [Eb] rap oaths.
For your biting zealots, here's the quote.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Another emcee losing [C] life tonight.
_ _ [Bb] Oh, _ [C] _ _ I thank [Bb] God you prayed to Jesus [C] Christ.
_ [Bb] Why, _ [Cm] oh Lord, _ [Eb] why they don't let it bury me? _ _ _ _
_ _ You can try, but you can't divide the tribe.
These cats can't rap, [F] Mr.
Author, I feel no [Cm] vibe.
The magazine says the girl should have went solo.
Guy should stop [F] rapping, vanish like [C] a noodle.
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part.
As long as someone was listening, [F] I knew it was a start.
[C] For me to get my chance, [Bb] grab my pen and revamp.
[Cm] Do a cameo while [Dm] everybody do the [Cm] dance.
Quick now, [Bb] because you're running [F] out of luck.
[Cm] Playing Mr.
Big, [Db] I'm going to [Cm] get you, sucker.
_ While you're munching at your luncheon, I'll be planning your assassination.
[Bb] Then hit you like the [Cm] Dutchman.
I compress sound sets with my rap, DBX.
Then drop vocals on my _ [F] 456 M-Pax.
[Cm] Bring terror to the shop of horror.
As she cry me out more, the [Bb] phantom dies in the [Cm] opera.
And to the youngins, you [Bbm] carry gadgets.
And [Cm] kill six days a week, [Bb] the rest on the Sabbath.
_ Violence ain't necessary, unless [Cm] you promote.
We didn't get buried like the great Mussoorie.
Before you bite your zealots, your [Bb] rap stars are relics.
[Cm] No matter who you damage, you're still a false prop.
Hey, [Fm] another MC loses life [Eb] _ _ tonight.
No, _ _ _ I thank [Bb] God you pray to [Cm] Jesus _ Christ.
[Bb] Why, _ [C] oh Lord, _ [Bb] why they don't let them [Cm] bury me?
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ Oh, no, [Bbm] man. _
_ _ [Cm] _ [B] _ _ Yo, kid, you can't let these cops come [Ebm] around here and follow.
Come around here and just do whatever they want.
Rob jokers, steal from people, shoot us down.
We gotta do something about this, man.
I was with Floyd up there.
You know Floyd [Bb] the cop.
He just get a hard-on for just shooting niggas.