Chords for Jun Tzu - Born in Belfast [Official Video]

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_ [Gm] _ _ [B] I was born in Belfast, _
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[G] _ _ [Dm] _ I was born in Belfast, I [Gm] was born in Belfast, _ [Dm] _ I was born in Belfast,
[G] _ [D] _ I was born in [G] Belfast in the late 80s, my dad got out of jail, married my mam, made [Dm] babies,
we were groogin' eatin' lobster fries [Gm] and baked teddy, steakin' [Gb] kidney pies and glazed [Dm] gravy,
I was a praised baby, but sayin' that, [Gm] haven't been praised lately, you know why?
[G] Cause, I was born in Belfast, [Eb] here's a shotgun shell blast,
[Bb] and your soul's goin' to hell fast, you tried to jump [G] but you fell fast.
I [Dm] was born in Belfast, I was born in Belfast, [G] here's a shotgun shell blast,
and your soul's goin' to hell fast, you tried to jump [Gm] but you fell fast.
I was born in [D] Belfast, I was born in Belfast, [B] here's a shotgun shell blast.
[D] and your soul's goin' to hell fast, you tried to jump [B] but you fell fast.
What surveillance the hell [D] am I?
What commercial I don't sell?
[B] I'm the Alpha, the Omega, I'm the first and the [A] last
Had the first in the past, but now I've got [G] flows
I used to curse in the tracks, but I forgot [D] those
And that's my version of events [B] that is told
And so it begins, I commence [D] with the golden flows
Late nights I'm up [B] rolling toms
Trying to create the classics like the [D] Rolling Stones
I'm getting tapped like stone [B] and thumbs
Feeling brittle, though my bones have grown
[A] Feeling little like I'm home alone
Blepped up [G] in the zone
Bliss, bliss, vaporous, blip and reminisce
[D] So when I rip up the [Dm] shows
I'm the best, [B] I'm like Bob and Hood when plucking his bows
And if I need [D] a wee sexy bit, [Dm] then I'll be sucking her [B] toes
And quite rightly, late night, [D] nighty
Are you ready for the [Dm] bebop, skit rock, steady?
[B] You're not ready for the lyrical flows that I hold
[A] I'm a giant of old, trapped [G] within a modern mold
I go deeper than a [D] leprechaun's pot of gold
No one stops flows, only [B] sucks toes
I shot poles, well, [D] lyrical bullets, I got loads
I've got a big [B] king belly, but my cock grows
Even when [D] I was just a wee kid with a snot nose
[B] Totally pubescent, it felt like I had something to prove
[D] Cause no one knew us, but now I've got Res and Nick [G] in the beat
So no one screws us, I'm ready for my [Dm] conquest
I could write a metaphorical trilogy [Bm] like George Lucas
But if you wanted me to [Dm] sign an Uber
I would cover your face with [Bm] mucus
_ Pure [Dm] enough to open night nights like a John Yoo
[Bm] I've got strong music, and all you have to do is [Dm] replay the song
And I'll prove it, I've got a bomb in my [G] tunic
So nobody move or everybody's getting blown [Dm] to fuck
Cause you're known for snitching like [Bm] bitches are known to suck
And if I got [Dm] a bone to pick, you can trust me, the bone's getting [Bm] fucked
Bones getting chucked against walls
Getting [Dm] beat to death by pussy, getting beat against [B] walls
I cross the vision like there's shackles and [Dm] falls
And I don't really give a flat fuck, who wants to get [G] involved?
I'm a problem you're never gonna [Dm] solve
You're never gonna solve
I'll eat your [B] liver with sauce
And your fingers with vinegar and [D] salt
Maybe I was different and born upon lightning [B] bolts
Strike boards with a frightening force
[Bm] And every time I perform at shrunken nights I endorse
[B] I feel exciting with no remorse
[Bb] Like I'm getting attacked under siege while I'm holding [B] a fort
Deadly cold like tags on toes [D] in the moor
I live beyond my means [Bm] because I'm worth more than I can afford
And it's [D] funny how the facts of historical battles breed new [Bm] wars
You're politically deceived, bent over [D] backwards, taking it in all fours
[Bm] You're like a bunch of wee, dirty whores
Hitting on [A] nine years like you'll do 43 when you're [G] 34
I'll be up the crackathon up at Arty [D] doors
So night nighty, are you ready [B] for the bee-bop, skit-rock, stereo?
You're not [D] ready
I speak the truth like my late granny, Barry
[B] I'm the money eddy, ready for the smelly chicken
[E] Tangled with Ellie deep [Ab] in my belly
You're not ready
You know why?
Cause I was born in Belfast
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