Chords for Joey Bada$$ - Killuminati (Feat. Capital STEEZ) [Prod. By Knxwledge]
Tempo:
133.4 bpm
Chords used:
Em
F#
D
C#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
![Joey Bada$$ - Killuminati (Feat. Capital STEEZ) [Prod. By Knxwledge] chords](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/6V4uLE7nw4Y/mqdefault.jpg)
Start Jamming...
[C]
[Am] [A#]
[C] [Am]
[C]
[A#] [Am]
[C]
[A#] [Am] [C]
[F#] [Em] I'm a beast with these [D] flows, two birds one stone, you get [Dm] geese when trees [F#] roll.
They say I'm evil cause I [Em] trained my eagle to see gold.
See no [C#m] seagulls couldn't see these goals, [B] please.
It's [Em] the return of the beast, [D] coast, no cash flags but the G still [B] make teeth show.
The cold needle, it's how you move on the strip, what you [C#] trying to be, Fido?
Well there's rules to this shit, [F#] don't get clap.
Y'all hate [Em] real spitters, y'all lips [D] chapped.
Better watch Mr.
Nice [Dm] Watch, don't risk [F#] that.
I got a six pack, [Em] a beer skill that I spill like that.
[C#] And everybody knows it.
[F#] Y'all niggas all spoken, [Em] down below choking.
[D] The type to drop the soap when you soaking [Bm] in front of most [F#] men.
It makes sense why you [Em] want beef, well this frozen.
There's [C#] nothing for you schooled in [F#m] the tool.
You can't hold em, [Bm] better shoot yourself, flax [Em] or coal.
Because I'm next [D] to gold and progressive flows from New [A#] York to New Mexico.
[G#] I lyrical Spanish [Em] what the fans is demanding.
[C#] Step into my box and that's exactly what you're [F#] standing.
Ain't no [Em] half stepping around [D] me.
And you gotta drown the [Bm] fish before you clown [F#] me.
The young cop [Em] killer, I'm that ill.
So Don, will ya [C#] give me two shots for Tupac killer?
[D] Nigga, soul search into [B] my flows are perfect.
[D] I ain't trying to be a slave to grow [Dm] old from working.
[F#] Sorry badass, [Em] you lucky that I peeped this second.
[C#] Tell them niggas keep it stepping with they beat [F#] selection.
Check the melodies, [Em] it's so heavenly.
[F#] That shit to get your hips to [Bm] move with no 70s.
Or the opium, [Em] can I bust a lil' queeze?
Got [C#] that shit mixed and mastered, both [F#] remedies.
Grab a spoonful, [Em] we serving up a pot.
[Bm] And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot.
I'm flowing like [F#] a volcano, we're [Em] dripping verses off the top.
Dirty cops [C#] still swerving on the block.
Looking for [F#] black kids that spitting [B] up acid.
It's in my [D] genes, so don't worry where my [Dm] pants is.
[F#] Yeah with the script, [Em] it's that ignorant shit.
And they bound [C#] to get sick of us quick.
But I ain't selling my [Em] lips, it's a shift.
I know you feel it [D] man.
We blowing up [Bm] like a ceiling fan.
Dropping off jewels [Em] like killer cans man.
When it comes [C#] to kicking verses, I'm Mr.
Van Dam.
[B] Crushing [Em] strawberry is a [D] jam.
So throw up both hands [Dm] if you can.
[F#] Ironic how I'm killing [Em] this shit.
Until they bury me, my [C#m] value must go in a depth with longevity.
Stupid.
[Am] [A#]
[C] [Am]
[C]
[A#] [Am]
[C]
[A#] [Am] [C]
[F#] [Em] I'm a beast with these [D] flows, two birds one stone, you get [Dm] geese when trees [F#] roll.
They say I'm evil cause I [Em] trained my eagle to see gold.
See no [C#m] seagulls couldn't see these goals, [B] please.
It's [Em] the return of the beast, [D] coast, no cash flags but the G still [B] make teeth show.
The cold needle, it's how you move on the strip, what you [C#] trying to be, Fido?
Well there's rules to this shit, [F#] don't get clap.
Y'all hate [Em] real spitters, y'all lips [D] chapped.
Better watch Mr.
Nice [Dm] Watch, don't risk [F#] that.
I got a six pack, [Em] a beer skill that I spill like that.
[C#] And everybody knows it.
[F#] Y'all niggas all spoken, [Em] down below choking.
[D] The type to drop the soap when you soaking [Bm] in front of most [F#] men.
It makes sense why you [Em] want beef, well this frozen.
There's [C#] nothing for you schooled in [F#m] the tool.
You can't hold em, [Bm] better shoot yourself, flax [Em] or coal.
Because I'm next [D] to gold and progressive flows from New [A#] York to New Mexico.
[G#] I lyrical Spanish [Em] what the fans is demanding.
[C#] Step into my box and that's exactly what you're [F#] standing.
Ain't no [Em] half stepping around [D] me.
And you gotta drown the [Bm] fish before you clown [F#] me.
The young cop [Em] killer, I'm that ill.
So Don, will ya [C#] give me two shots for Tupac killer?
[D] Nigga, soul search into [B] my flows are perfect.
[D] I ain't trying to be a slave to grow [Dm] old from working.
[F#] Sorry badass, [Em] you lucky that I peeped this second.
[C#] Tell them niggas keep it stepping with they beat [F#] selection.
Check the melodies, [Em] it's so heavenly.
[F#] That shit to get your hips to [Bm] move with no 70s.
Or the opium, [Em] can I bust a lil' queeze?
Got [C#] that shit mixed and mastered, both [F#] remedies.
Grab a spoonful, [Em] we serving up a pot.
[Bm] And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot.
I'm flowing like [F#] a volcano, we're [Em] dripping verses off the top.
Dirty cops [C#] still swerving on the block.
Looking for [F#] black kids that spitting [B] up acid.
It's in my [D] genes, so don't worry where my [Dm] pants is.
[F#] Yeah with the script, [Em] it's that ignorant shit.
And they bound [C#] to get sick of us quick.
But I ain't selling my [Em] lips, it's a shift.
I know you feel it [D] man.
We blowing up [Bm] like a ceiling fan.
Dropping off jewels [Em] like killer cans man.
When it comes [C#] to kicking verses, I'm Mr.
Van Dam.
[B] Crushing [Em] strawberry is a [D] jam.
So throw up both hands [Dm] if you can.
[F#] Ironic how I'm killing [Em] this shit.
Until they bury me, my [C#m] value must go in a depth with longevity.
Stupid.
Key:
Em
F#
D
C#
Bm
Em
F#
D
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A#] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _
_ [F#] _ _ [Em] I'm a beast with these [D] flows, two birds one stone, you get [Dm] geese when trees [F#] roll.
They say I'm evil cause I [Em] trained my eagle to see gold.
See no [C#m] seagulls couldn't see these goals, [B] please.
It's [Em] the return of the beast, [D] coast, no cash flags but the G still [B] make teeth show.
The cold needle, it's how you move on the strip, what you [C#] trying to be, Fido?
Well there's rules to this shit, [F#] don't get clap.
Y'all hate [Em] real spitters, y'all lips [D] chapped.
Better watch Mr.
Nice [Dm] Watch, don't risk [F#] that.
I got a six pack, [Em] a beer skill that I spill like that.
[C#] And everybody knows it.
[F#] Y'all niggas all spoken, [Em] down below choking.
[D] The type to drop the soap when you soaking [Bm] in front of most [F#] men.
It makes sense why you [Em] want beef, well this frozen.
There's [C#] nothing for you schooled in [F#m] the tool.
You can't hold em, [Bm] better shoot yourself, flax [Em] or coal.
Because I'm next [D] to gold and progressive flows from New [A#] York to New Mexico.
[G#] I lyrical Spanish [Em] what the fans is demanding.
[C#] Step into my box and that's exactly what you're [F#] standing.
Ain't no [Em] half stepping around [D] me.
And you gotta drown the [Bm] fish before you clown [F#] me.
The young cop [Em] killer, I'm that ill.
So Don, will ya [C#] give me two shots for Tupac killer?
[D] Nigga, soul search into [B] my flows are perfect.
[D] I ain't trying to be a slave to grow [Dm] old from working.
[F#] Sorry badass, [Em] you lucky that I peeped this second.
[C#] Tell them niggas keep it stepping with they beat [F#] selection.
Check the melodies, [Em] it's so heavenly.
[F#] That shit to get your hips to [Bm] move with no 70s.
Or the opium, [Em] can I bust a lil' queeze?
Got [C#] that shit mixed and mastered, both [F#] remedies.
Grab a spoonful, [Em] we serving up a pot.
[Bm] And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot.
I'm flowing like [F#] a volcano, we're [Em] dripping verses off the top.
Dirty cops [C#] still swerving on the block.
Looking for [F#] black kids that spitting [B] up acid.
It's in my [D] genes, so don't worry where my [Dm] pants is.
[F#] Yeah with the script, [Em] it's that ignorant shit.
And they bound [C#] to get sick of us quick.
But I ain't selling my [Em] lips, it's a shift.
I know you feel it [D] man.
We blowing up [Bm] like a ceiling fan.
Dropping off jewels [Em] like killer cans man.
When it comes [C#] to kicking verses, I'm Mr.
Van Dam.
[B] _ Crushing [Em] strawberry is a [D] jam.
So throw up both hands [Dm] if you can.
[F#] Ironic how I'm killing [Em] this shit.
Until they bury me, my [C#m] value must go in a depth with longevity.
Stupid. _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A#] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A#] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _
_ [F#] _ _ [Em] I'm a beast with these [D] flows, two birds one stone, you get [Dm] geese when trees [F#] roll.
They say I'm evil cause I [Em] trained my eagle to see gold.
See no [C#m] seagulls couldn't see these goals, [B] please.
It's [Em] the return of the beast, [D] coast, no cash flags but the G still [B] make teeth show.
The cold needle, it's how you move on the strip, what you [C#] trying to be, Fido?
Well there's rules to this shit, [F#] don't get clap.
Y'all hate [Em] real spitters, y'all lips [D] chapped.
Better watch Mr.
Nice [Dm] Watch, don't risk [F#] that.
I got a six pack, [Em] a beer skill that I spill like that.
[C#] And everybody knows it.
[F#] Y'all niggas all spoken, [Em] down below choking.
[D] The type to drop the soap when you soaking [Bm] in front of most [F#] men.
It makes sense why you [Em] want beef, well this frozen.
There's [C#] nothing for you schooled in [F#m] the tool.
You can't hold em, [Bm] better shoot yourself, flax [Em] or coal.
Because I'm next [D] to gold and progressive flows from New [A#] York to New Mexico.
[G#] I lyrical Spanish [Em] what the fans is demanding.
[C#] Step into my box and that's exactly what you're [F#] standing.
Ain't no [Em] half stepping around [D] me.
And you gotta drown the [Bm] fish before you clown [F#] me.
The young cop [Em] killer, I'm that ill.
So Don, will ya [C#] give me two shots for Tupac killer?
[D] Nigga, soul search into [B] my flows are perfect.
[D] I ain't trying to be a slave to grow [Dm] old from working.
[F#] Sorry badass, [Em] you lucky that I peeped this second.
[C#] Tell them niggas keep it stepping with they beat [F#] selection.
Check the melodies, [Em] it's so heavenly.
[F#] That shit to get your hips to [Bm] move with no 70s.
Or the opium, [Em] can I bust a lil' queeze?
Got [C#] that shit mixed and mastered, both [F#] remedies.
Grab a spoonful, [Em] we serving up a pot.
[Bm] And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot.
I'm flowing like [F#] a volcano, we're [Em] dripping verses off the top.
Dirty cops [C#] still swerving on the block.
Looking for [F#] black kids that spitting [B] up acid.
It's in my [D] genes, so don't worry where my [Dm] pants is.
[F#] Yeah with the script, [Em] it's that ignorant shit.
And they bound [C#] to get sick of us quick.
But I ain't selling my [Em] lips, it's a shift.
I know you feel it [D] man.
We blowing up [Bm] like a ceiling fan.
Dropping off jewels [Em] like killer cans man.
When it comes [C#] to kicking verses, I'm Mr.
Van Dam.
[B] _ Crushing [Em] strawberry is a [D] jam.
So throw up both hands [Dm] if you can.
[F#] Ironic how I'm killing [Em] this shit.
Until they bury me, my [C#m] value must go in a depth with longevity.
Stupid. _ _ _
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