Gangstarr - You Know My Steez Chords

_ _ I'm going _ _ to
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_ [C] _ play a little bit of the song.
The real _ hip hop MCing and DJing from your own mind, you know?
[Gb] I guess right now we start the show.
[Bb] [Abm] Who's this suspicious character strapped with the sound for frown?
[B] Similar to rounds spit by [Bb] Derringers.
[Abm] You're in the terror dome like my man Chuck D said.
[B] It's time to [Abm] dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads.
Cause MCs have used up extended warranties.
While [B] real MCs and DJs [Bb] are a minority.
[Abm] But right about now I use my authority.
[Bb] Cause I'm [B] like the wizard and you look [Bbm] lost like [Abm] Dorothy.
The horror be when I return for my real people.
Words are split wigs hitting like [B] some double desert eagles.
Sporting caps pulled low and baggy [Bb] slacks.
[Abm] Subtracting all the rappers who lack [Bb] open [Gb] premieres tracks.
[Abm] Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse.
[E] So as I have in the past I will fast.
Dropping [Abm] lyrics that be harder than sex and candle wax.
[Bb] And one [Abm] dimensional MCs can't handle that.
While the world's revolving on it's axis.
I come with mad loving plus the [Ab] illest warlike tactics.
[Abm] The wilderness is filled with this.
So many [B] people searching [Abm] for false blip.
I'm here [Bb] with the skills [Abm] you've missed.
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone.
Sort of like the master builder when I make [Bb] my way home.
[Abm] You know my C's. _
_ You know my D's.
Let em know who you think of.
I'm leaving live.
To the beat [Bb] y'all.
[Abm] The beat is sinister.
Primo makes you relax.
[B] I'm like the [Abm] minister.
When I be lacing [Bb] the wax.
[Abm] I be bringing salvation through the way that I rap.
And you know and I know I'm nice like that.
Work through worldly problems.
I got the healing power.
When the mic's within my reach.
I'm feeling more power.
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour.
It's often easier for one to give advice.
Than it is for a person to run one's own [B] life.
[Abm] That's why I can't be caught up [Bb] in all the hype.
[Abm] I keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight.
The apparatus gets blessed.
And suckers [Ab] can put the rest.
No more [Abm] of the unpure.
I got the cure for this mess.
[Bb] [Abm] The wackness is spreading like the [Bbm] plague.
[Abm] MC's lucked up and got paid.
But still can't make the fucking grade.
How [Ab] many times I wanna be is gonna lie.
Yo they must wanna fry.
They can't touch the knowledge [B] I personify.
[E] I travel through [Bb] the darkness.
[Abm] Carrying my torch.
The illest soldier.
When I'm holding down the fort.
You know my C's.
Let em know who you think of.
Keep it live.
You know my C's.
Let em know who you think of.
Keep it live.
You know my C's.
Let em know who you think of.
Keep it live.
You know my C's.
_ Let em know who you think of.
Keep it live.
Blah blah blah blah blah. The mic.
On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet.
[Bb] Some [Abm] punks ain't paid all of [Bb] their debts yet.
[Gb] Trying to [Abm] be fly riding high on the jet set.
With juvenile rhymes making fake [Bb] ass death [Abm] threats.
Big deal.
Like in Vogue here's something you can feel.
Style's more tangible.
An image more real.
For some time now.
I've held the scrolls in manuscript.
When it's time to go all out you be like damn he flipped.
Now I'm sick.
Fed up with the bullshit.
Got the lyrical full clip.
Giving you a verbal ass whip.
Don't trip.
It's the gifted prolific one.
Known as ball head slick.
Why is the press [F] all on my ditty?
[Abm] My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot.
Don't try it.
I'm about to stop more than a friggin' riot. Style's surpassable.
And huckers best suckers.
Yup.
Them motherfuckers are harassable.
For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond.
The mic's either a magic [Bbm] wand.
Or [Abm] it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb.
Then I grab your palm.
No bullshit [Ab] gone.
And if you thought we [Abm] lose our niche in this rap shit.
You way [B] wrong.
I stay [Abm] up.
I stay on.
Shine bright like neon.
Your song's pathetic.
Synthetic like rayon.
Fat beats they play on.
One dope rhyme put me on.
Bro this ball.
You know