Chords for Let it Shine's§Moment of Truth (final rap battle)
Tempo:
117.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
Gm
F
C
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm]
Oh, you want this battle, huh?
[C] So you a rapper now?
Oh, OK.
[Ab] [G]
Here we go [Gm] again.
Prepare to meet your end.
Just looked you up on Facebook.
You have zero friends.
This kid's a loser, yo.
We can't even kiss the girl.
You write her love [G] letters.
I buy her ice and pearls.
So how you like me now?
[F] Even Roxanne's in the background saying, wow,
Ling's got style.
I'm off the gold chain.
If you a rapper, why is Chris your backup dancer
like him extra on World Trade?
I see your [G] mommy and your daddy in that front row.
They must be embarrassed for you, bro.
You're not a real MC.
You should quit [Bb] hip hop.
Now be a [G] good busboy and go get your mom.
Ling, you don't want to battle.
You're the snake without the rattle.
You're the boat without the paddle.
You're the duck without the rattle.
You're the horse without the saddle.
You're the ram without the cattle.
[D] You're the dame without the shadow.
Son, I think you should skedaddle.
[G] King grapple.
[G] Sayonara, punk.
Areva, derje.
What language do I have to say it in for you
to hear me clear lay? Adios, amigo.
You're over with Benito.
This clown [F] couldn't rap anything but my [G] own shit.
Yeah, you have to hold your mommy's hand
before you cross the street.
You have to sneak out the house just to [Gm] clean and sweep.
And now you look queasy.
I made him go mute.
[C] Put your camera phones up so you can post [A] this on YouTube.
Truth's [G] got to screw loose.
He's terrified to bust.
So lightweight that I can blow him over [Eb] with a gust.
You're weak like seven [Gm] days.
You deserve booze.
You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes.
You should rock pigtails in the skirt.
You're shaking in [Eb] your boots.
Are your feelings getting hurt?
[G] Well, maybe I should hurt more than you feeling.
Maybe I should rip the roof off the dead ceiling.
Maybe you should start kneeling as I look at [Cm] his feet.
You're so whack.
[F] If you were me, you couldn't diss [Gm] me.
Kissy, [G] kissy, Roxanne.
Did you miss me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I'm eating this pipsqueak.
And when we're on vacation, [E] I'll let him house it.
Here's a couple bucks.
Buy yourself a better outfit.
[Gm]
You [G] don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad.
I saw you last week driving a taxi cab.
Your secret's out, and now they know, [C] sport.
We'll call you if we need [F] a ride to an airport.
[G] In fact, you can drop me off at home after this.
Then you can take a couple bucks back, but as a tip.
Quit playing yourself like solitaire.
Telling everyone that's here that you're [F] a millionaire.
You're not a baller.
You're a phony.
[Gm] I met your whole crew.
It's a bunch of random homies.
And now you lying in bed lonely.
Your persona's a facade.
The [Cm] only girls you get [Ab] are in the pages of a catalog.
[G] Here stands [Gm] Lord of the Bluffs.
His lies were legendary till the truth made him push.
And what's funny is your truth is enough.
Why'd you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard.
Because you don't have the [N] guts to tell us who you really are.
So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve.
I might be a busboy, but you just got served.
Oh, you want this battle, huh?
[C] So you a rapper now?
Oh, OK.
[Ab] [G]
Here we go [Gm] again.
Prepare to meet your end.
Just looked you up on Facebook.
You have zero friends.
This kid's a loser, yo.
We can't even kiss the girl.
You write her love [G] letters.
I buy her ice and pearls.
So how you like me now?
[F] Even Roxanne's in the background saying, wow,
Ling's got style.
I'm off the gold chain.
If you a rapper, why is Chris your backup dancer
like him extra on World Trade?
I see your [G] mommy and your daddy in that front row.
They must be embarrassed for you, bro.
You're not a real MC.
You should quit [Bb] hip hop.
Now be a [G] good busboy and go get your mom.
Ling, you don't want to battle.
You're the snake without the rattle.
You're the boat without the paddle.
You're the duck without the rattle.
You're the horse without the saddle.
You're the ram without the cattle.
[D] You're the dame without the shadow.
Son, I think you should skedaddle.
[G] King grapple.
[G] Sayonara, punk.
Areva, derje.
What language do I have to say it in for you
to hear me clear lay? Adios, amigo.
You're over with Benito.
This clown [F] couldn't rap anything but my [G] own shit.
Yeah, you have to hold your mommy's hand
before you cross the street.
You have to sneak out the house just to [Gm] clean and sweep.
And now you look queasy.
I made him go mute.
[C] Put your camera phones up so you can post [A] this on YouTube.
Truth's [G] got to screw loose.
He's terrified to bust.
So lightweight that I can blow him over [Eb] with a gust.
You're weak like seven [Gm] days.
You deserve booze.
You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes.
You should rock pigtails in the skirt.
You're shaking in [Eb] your boots.
Are your feelings getting hurt?
[G] Well, maybe I should hurt more than you feeling.
Maybe I should rip the roof off the dead ceiling.
Maybe you should start kneeling as I look at [Cm] his feet.
You're so whack.
[F] If you were me, you couldn't diss [Gm] me.
Kissy, [G] kissy, Roxanne.
Did you miss me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I'm eating this pipsqueak.
And when we're on vacation, [E] I'll let him house it.
Here's a couple bucks.
Buy yourself a better outfit.
[Gm]
You [G] don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad.
I saw you last week driving a taxi cab.
Your secret's out, and now they know, [C] sport.
We'll call you if we need [F] a ride to an airport.
[G] In fact, you can drop me off at home after this.
Then you can take a couple bucks back, but as a tip.
Quit playing yourself like solitaire.
Telling everyone that's here that you're [F] a millionaire.
You're not a baller.
You're a phony.
[Gm] I met your whole crew.
It's a bunch of random homies.
And now you lying in bed lonely.
Your persona's a facade.
The [Cm] only girls you get [Ab] are in the pages of a catalog.
[G] Here stands [Gm] Lord of the Bluffs.
His lies were legendary till the truth made him push.
And what's funny is your truth is enough.
Why'd you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard.
Because you don't have the [N] guts to tell us who you really are.
So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve.
I might be a busboy, but you just got served.
Key:
G
Gm
F
C
Ab
G
Gm
F
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
Oh, you want this battle, huh?
[C] So you a rapper now?
Oh, OK.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G]
Here we go [Gm] again.
Prepare to meet your end.
Just looked you up on Facebook.
You have zero friends.
This kid's a loser, yo.
We can't even kiss the girl.
You write her love [G] letters.
I buy her ice and pearls.
So how you like me now?
[F] Even Roxanne's in the background saying, wow,
Ling's got style.
I'm off the gold chain.
If you a rapper, why is Chris your backup dancer
like him extra on World Trade?
I see your [G] mommy and your daddy in that front row.
They must be embarrassed for you, bro.
You're not a real MC.
You should quit [Bb] hip hop.
Now be a [G] good busboy and go get your mom.
Ling, you don't want to battle.
You're the snake without the rattle.
You're the boat without the paddle.
You're the duck without the rattle.
You're the horse without the saddle.
You're the ram without the cattle.
[D] You're the dame without the shadow.
Son, I think you should skedaddle.
[G] King grapple.
[G] Sayonara, punk.
Areva, derje.
What language do I have to say it in for you
to hear me clear lay? Adios, amigo.
You're over with Benito.
This clown [F] couldn't rap anything but my [G] own shit.
Yeah, you have to hold your mommy's hand
before you cross the street.
You have to sneak out the house just to [Gm] clean and sweep.
And now you look queasy.
I made him go mute.
[C] Put your camera phones up so you can post [A] this on YouTube.
Truth's [G] got to screw loose.
He's terrified to bust.
So lightweight that I can blow him over [Eb] with a gust.
You're weak like seven [Gm] days.
You deserve booze.
You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes.
You should rock pigtails in the skirt.
You're shaking in [Eb] your boots.
Are your feelings getting hurt?
[G] Well, maybe I should hurt more than you feeling.
Maybe I should rip the roof off the dead ceiling.
Maybe you should start kneeling as I look at [Cm] his feet.
You're so whack.
[F] If you were me, you couldn't diss [Gm] me.
Kissy, [G] kissy, Roxanne.
Did you miss me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I'm eating this pipsqueak.
And when we're on vacation, [E] I'll let him house it.
Here's a couple bucks.
Buy yourself a better outfit. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You [G] don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad.
I saw you last week driving a taxi cab.
Your secret's out, and now they know, [C] sport.
We'll call you if we need [F] a ride to an airport.
[G] In fact, you can drop me off at home after this.
Then you can take a couple bucks back, but as a tip.
Quit playing yourself like solitaire.
Telling everyone that's here that you're [F] a millionaire.
You're not a baller.
You're a phony.
[Gm] I met your whole crew.
It's a bunch of random homies.
And now you lying in bed lonely.
Your persona's a facade.
The [Cm] only girls you get [Ab] are in the pages of a catalog.
[G] Here stands [Gm] Lord of the Bluffs.
His lies were legendary till the truth made him push.
And what's funny is your truth is enough.
Why'd you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard.
Because you don't have the [N] guts to tell us who you really are.
So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve.
I might be a busboy, but you just got served.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, you want this battle, huh?
[C] So you a rapper now?
Oh, OK.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G]
Here we go [Gm] again.
Prepare to meet your end.
Just looked you up on Facebook.
You have zero friends.
This kid's a loser, yo.
We can't even kiss the girl.
You write her love [G] letters.
I buy her ice and pearls.
So how you like me now?
[F] Even Roxanne's in the background saying, wow,
Ling's got style.
I'm off the gold chain.
If you a rapper, why is Chris your backup dancer
like him extra on World Trade?
I see your [G] mommy and your daddy in that front row.
They must be embarrassed for you, bro.
You're not a real MC.
You should quit [Bb] hip hop.
Now be a [G] good busboy and go get your mom.
Ling, you don't want to battle.
You're the snake without the rattle.
You're the boat without the paddle.
You're the duck without the rattle.
You're the horse without the saddle.
You're the ram without the cattle.
[D] You're the dame without the shadow.
Son, I think you should skedaddle.
[G] King grapple.
[G] Sayonara, punk.
Areva, derje.
What language do I have to say it in for you
to hear me clear lay? Adios, amigo.
You're over with Benito.
This clown [F] couldn't rap anything but my [G] own shit.
Yeah, you have to hold your mommy's hand
before you cross the street.
You have to sneak out the house just to [Gm] clean and sweep.
And now you look queasy.
I made him go mute.
[C] Put your camera phones up so you can post [A] this on YouTube.
Truth's [G] got to screw loose.
He's terrified to bust.
So lightweight that I can blow him over [Eb] with a gust.
You're weak like seven [Gm] days.
You deserve booze.
You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes.
You should rock pigtails in the skirt.
You're shaking in [Eb] your boots.
Are your feelings getting hurt?
[G] Well, maybe I should hurt more than you feeling.
Maybe I should rip the roof off the dead ceiling.
Maybe you should start kneeling as I look at [Cm] his feet.
You're so whack.
[F] If you were me, you couldn't diss [Gm] me.
Kissy, [G] kissy, Roxanne.
Did you miss me?
I'll take you out to dinner after I'm eating this pipsqueak.
And when we're on vacation, [E] I'll let him house it.
Here's a couple bucks.
Buy yourself a better outfit. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You [G] don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad.
I saw you last week driving a taxi cab.
Your secret's out, and now they know, [C] sport.
We'll call you if we need [F] a ride to an airport.
[G] In fact, you can drop me off at home after this.
Then you can take a couple bucks back, but as a tip.
Quit playing yourself like solitaire.
Telling everyone that's here that you're [F] a millionaire.
You're not a baller.
You're a phony.
[Gm] I met your whole crew.
It's a bunch of random homies.
And now you lying in bed lonely.
Your persona's a facade.
The [Cm] only girls you get [Ab] are in the pages of a catalog.
[G] Here stands [Gm] Lord of the Bluffs.
His lies were legendary till the truth made him push.
And what's funny is your truth is enough.
Why'd you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard.
Because you don't have the [N] guts to tell us who you really are.
So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve.
I might be a busboy, but you just got served.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _