Logic - Wu Tang Forever ft. Wu Tang Clan (Official Audio) Chords

_ I'm [B] Garth.
[Fm] I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.
I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style.
Let's [Bbm] begin then.
The Shaolin Shadow Box.
[Fm]
The Wu-Tang Sword.
_ Hey, what you say is true.
[E] The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be different.
[G] Do you think your Wu-Tang sword [Fm] can defeat me?
Hey yo, Wu-Tang forever.
Who rhyme better?
We true clever.
The boom bap's back harder than ever.
R-I-P-O-D-B coming through [Bbm] like killer beat.
Ever since I earned it at 36 [F] and 9-3.
You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style.
I leave them all dismembered.
Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be [Fm] remembered.
Not even a contender, no pretender.
Best surrender, my agenda is killing shit.
They feeling this.
Yeah, we live in thorough.
Assassinating every single motherfucking borough.
From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens to Bronx and Harlem.
All the way to Maryland, yeah we coming for all of them.
Bobby Tarantino to the digital.
My shit is pivotal.
Smoking chronic, no medicinal.
Who you know assemble the clan like [Bbm] Voltron.
The one and only Logic, the god, [Fm] the John.
I'm gone.
_ _ Hey yo Logic, what up?
_ We gon' let these [Bbm] motherfuckers try this Wu-Tang style.
_ [Fm]
Kaboom!
Guess who stepped in the room?
It's Ghostface, Gold Place, O2, Smoke K.
Intelligent brothers with nine hoods moving [Bbm] snowflakes.
Guillotine your head, last seen in [Fm] the showcase.
Push weight, this Colgate.
Trey Hates and the old gays.
Foliate, rosy mosaic, we don't associate.
We wear robes that you can't even [Bbm] pronunciate.
We eat foods where you can't even [Fm] pronunciate.
Cringe where the floor just rises up and rotates.
Location low-key, can't even locate.
Twin lean sisters with the beam, we [Bbm] all so laced.
Team making so much cream, we [Fm] bought gold.
Yo, mountains of haze in the crib with my blades.
It gets messy underneath the dress and the gauge.
5'7, M.B.,. your metallic green. [Db] Seats is piped off, see some old tracks [Fm] through night door. The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on. While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on. I've known a while, I put the cams on. [Bbm] Jewels down to set dip, my gems got [Fm] grams on. A specialist when I'm baking, rhymes be coming out, we making. The challenge, and he jumps for lumps. Here's the statement, stop hating. The crew [Bbm] is all about getting this cakey. You know about me, you [Fm] relate. The enigma, the stigma, that the rZA and the jZA are both lyrical, prolific. Vistas of rap scriptures, mixers of hipsters, weed smokers and beer [Bbm] drinkers. Prince and the pauper, spiritual clear [Fm] thinkers. Cake in the oven, super bad like McLovin. Hugging all four birds, buffing Earl with my cousin. Academically speaking, rap vocabulary's [Db] weakening. I felt it coming like the weekend when these star boys start [Fm] freaking. Merodic pill popping of oxycontin. Ill-gotten sexual intercourse makes shorty wop feel rotten. The travesty, tavestry of Michael [Bbm] Pommaski has been refuted. Got looted, broken down to a [Fm] catastrophe. But cats still get the trophy, hit y'all with that okie dokie. Burt Little's bandit, goddammit, who the fuck is Smokey? Bear when you need one, I got a light beam [Bbm] gun. I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from. [Fm] But you'll die, glory, niggerty, for stupidity of that trickery. My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity. You can never get rid of me, step back and [Bbm] consider me. Rule killer B, but I'm not big on [Fm] bigotry. Old school on this track, I feel invincible. Snoop's school ain't really got rules, they lack the principles. Mo' clowns in the Motown get put in critical. [Bbm] Guns smoky, robbin' somethin', you need a [Fm] miracle. Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be miracle. When 9 out of 10 of his friends used to be criminals. Stats, homie, all these killers using [Bbm] subliminals. Y'all don't need a smile in your picture, you dudes [Fm] miserable. We're the unpredictable, torture over your physical. Struggle bar, used to put water over the civil. Another bar, reppin' my squad. Not [Bbm] individual, but one nation. Under God, that's [Fm] indivisible. My time critical, hands off from digital. Me and my lady bug, back when the planet was diggable. I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that. [Bbm] I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Roulette rule like that. [Fm] Come on. It's only logic, we got em mobbin' in the mosh pit. Fifth brother, INS, hotter than the tropics. The hot shit, I drop quick. Major [Db] player, watch my stock lift. Razor blade, sharp lit, [Fm] regardless of whom or what. Sound boy, turn the music up. They say, you ain't even got a clue what's up. Fatty melody, the sickness, the [Bbm] remedy. Everything circulate back around [Fm] eventually. Witty, unpredictable, talent all natural. Game, blue tag, bump it through your veins. 25 years, still more of the [Bbm] same. The flow like water with the boiling [Fm] flame. INS, your highness, they callin' my name. Boy, I went to see, similar to fallin' rain. In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the [Bbm] same. Tell em who, tag is on your [Fm] brain. Survival of the fittest, in cold days with no money. They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me. You know the currency gone as soon as you [Bbm] break a 20. So I ain't down if you ain't [Fm] talkin' that bad language. Yeah, Lord, I'm tryin' to buy me a train with it. The airplanes see me flyin' to Spain with it. The money don't make me and I ain't gon' [Bbm] change with it. I'm in the hood lookin' good the way I [Fm] came with it. Do it for the seeds, they understood the game with it. You get burped, but we understood the pain with it. When we in the state wars, everybody is a [Bbm] gangbanger. We killin' each other, but we all got the [Fm] same anger. Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful. Another day in the life for us to be grateful. Spread love, homie, yeah, get a [Bbm] plate full. It's better than state food, so let's [Fm] make moves. I know your mama told you that I was a great dude. These dirty ass cops, the killer raped you. Once you chase the shit, they might crystal in the [Bbm] lake you. They might crystal in the [Fm] lake you. Boom, bat, blast, or blow your sleeves off. I flash back, Jax, it's somethin' to feed off. Smoke and roast ya, the number nine [Db] ocean. Pull that shit, son, we open the [Fm] ocean. Who gives a fuck who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'? You get killed for jokin', everybody's hopin'. That's another level of [Bbm] emotion. Food stamps, niggas doin' grocery. [Fm] Police wanna grope me. Perk walk, the niggas street talk. We bury niggas in seesaw. I carry the torch where I leave off. I'm givin' bitches [Bbm] somethin' to breathe on. I rip off a shoulder to lean [Fm] on. It's fair game, it's two in the lane. She took two trains, and none of my rhymes are two in the same. Nigga get cooked on a open [Bbm] flame. I'm a hillbilly, Park Hill [Fm] train. My rhyme starts riots in the mountains. Thirty-six million and countin'. The harder they come, the harder I [Bbm] go. Loosen up my arms, can I get [Fm] comfortable? Stay on my tiptoes, old school Wu-Bi. This is a flip phone, dude, you're slip showin'. Where I come from, it's state showin'. [Db] The grammar's raw, I'm slammin' the door. Beats [Fm] bang-bong in your jaw. I hit him in the head, get the hammer and thaw. Stars and bars makes me a general. Anything less makes me a [Bbm] criminal. Gotta dig deep to these Wu [Fm]-Tang. My Wu-G-O-D. Shadowbox with the L-O-G-I-C. On the count of three. Wu-Tang, first master, you're [Db] breathin'. I'm into ass whippin', I'm teachin'. [Fm] When I'm speakin', I'm a champion from Brooklyn. I move with super ninjas and Shaolin executioners. Avenger, righteous defender. Grandmaster from the 36th [Bbm] chamber. Toe style of mentally strong, just spin through your [Fm] arms. To hold my microphone, you need iron palms. Remain calm, from L.I.V.E. wise, chief Wu-Tang. Poison class man from the east. _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Fm] Into a world of a universal mind of one kind. A fixed form of words that's expressed in one rhyme. Food for thought, impossible to slide with the [Bbm] seasonings. Regardless, I speak logic, clear [Fm] reasoning. The uncivilized, skilled in mental rule, lies, quarts. Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts. A point of view of the thinkers. [Bbm] Monumental architecture. Amazing as the acres. [Fm] _ _ WCC. Uh-huh. Faxing. Ain't nothin' goin' on, don't nothin' move. [Bbm] Nobody slide, nobody get hurt. _ [Fm] _ En garde. I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style. I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style. Let's begin [Bbm] then. Shaolin shadow boxing. [Fm] In a Wu-Tang sword style. Say what you say is true. The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. [Bbm] Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can beat me? _