Tabula Rasa Chords by Mellowbag & Freundeskreis Feat. Mr. Gentleman
Tempo:
89.45 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
C
G
F#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#] [C] What absurd strategy is this?
[Fm] Send down a handful of warriors.
Let's see if their blood is the [Gm] same color as [G#] mine.
Watch me appear on the field.
My mission is to [C] chill.
I'm not thinking about the vibes and about the dollar [Fm] bill.
Been busy on my rhymes gun.
Put some of that away.
What makes me happy like a grumpy and carnival on Labor [G#] Day.
I love my mama, that hip hop shit with kick and [C] step.
This is trippy, jealous motherfuckers get the [Fm] dips.
Now kick in the door, you never heard it before.
Raw [Cm] battery, what a master of stance.
We making [G#] rhymes, no war.
Rapping lines but don't [C] sniff them.
I'm chilling with my man Max and speaking on this [Fm] flip and reminiscing.
About the time the flow used to rock for 90's.
Mellow back and front is Christ inside and out.
Blowing the spot, what?
Making it pop, what it [G] is?
First it goes to me, the pun, then later comes the [F#] bend.
That's what it is, but we dropping part two.
London's future, rebel troops, a secret victory for you.
[Fm] Yes, for you and your people.
We do not deceive [G] hoes.
Commons not devose.
Friends are not to [F#] take bros.
In this order, love wouldn't divide us for many.
Breaking through like Shaka Zulu for the all or nothing [F] money.
What I want to, is not to miss this.
No plans quite based on the weapons [C] I'm through.
What I want to, is not [Fm] to win no war.
Not your meditation and no clue.
What is this?
What [G] did I come up with?
[F#] A word, Colonel.
We call it war.
[Fm] We keep that progress report.
The core to make it [G] happen, set of force and foreign hands.
It's been forever [F#] lasting.
The fair, span across the atlas like the aspirant.
Escape from out the grass for the most wicked of characters.
[Fm] Hear the laughter of the czars, in the dark like [G] Nabokov.
Rebellion could have tossed it as far, cut their heads [F#] off.
Those who were lost, lost now live in lavish destination.
Be the pastors of the city of Nazareth.
[Fm] Catalyze the revolution, move the troops from our [G] pollution.
When Utho citizens get their boots right in their [F#] asses.
Razzle the status, bring the loot back to the masses.
Who live like hostages, the system be abusive [Fm] like the music isn't there.
We exist in the [G] abyss, but image us be marvelous, like novelists.
[F#] Picture this like hieroglyphics on the finest papyrus.
The world is ours, but it's devoured by the hours.
[Fm] Spread the scripture like Egyptians while the wicked spread the [G] virus.
Through the lives I realize, the righteous bear my [F#] likeness, but they spite us.
So let the weak recite this, so much seed amongst the captives.
Let the fleet complete [Fm] decipher.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up [Fm] you.
You and your meditation and your truth.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is [F] the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up you.
[Fm] You coulda never, ever put the fire in your heart too.
[Gm]
Lock the enemy's ship, expose in its flank, [F] and aim for the [G#] heart.
On the telemanjaro, the shrapnel [C] scenarios.
We're playing business like Super Mario.
[Fm] On the post in the studio, in the post studio.
It's hot, [Cm] it's hot, it's furious like Julio [G#] Iglesias.
I get the Korean dowel in the pen pack [Gm] of hell.
I saw the friends of the fist, and sat [Fm] like Paul Schockmüller.
You're like a sick pussy.
I'm a flat mulch like Molas Rostig.
We're a 20 night cargo ship, from the outside [G] lava.
Your name is blank like the edge of the [F#] Sahara.
You make tabula rasa like papilla in the blaza.
You go to O.M..C., you're like the [Fm] NASA. The first group of you were a bunch of losers. [G] Now you're like a book of the booze. [F#] You're rich like the Russian forefather. Every time you see it, you're a star-gazer. [Fm] What them want to, fist up you. This is the chance like we done the rebel come [C] true. What them want to, fist up you. You [Fm] could have never, ever put the fire we have on through. What them want [F] to, fist up you. You want me to show you the case, and I'll look you. [C] What them want to, fist up you. [Fm] This is the chance like we done the rebel come true. Well, I like to just give a big up to all the God-blessed people. [F] He's the prime district, [C] smell about a gentleman. [E] He's the hard way, tell him [Fm] what righteousness nowadays. Oh, no, no, nowadays. You must trust me. We got to go away together. [C] We're stronger than a warring lion. But [Fm] still, nobody mix up in a big bang around. But under my meditation in a Bible, I don't know if it stands strong. Yeah, yeah. Friends, Christ, smell about the [C] large of the stew. 24, 7, 48. [N]
[Fm] Send down a handful of warriors.
Let's see if their blood is the [Gm] same color as [G#] mine.
Watch me appear on the field.
My mission is to [C] chill.
I'm not thinking about the vibes and about the dollar [Fm] bill.
Been busy on my rhymes gun.
Put some of that away.
What makes me happy like a grumpy and carnival on Labor [G#] Day.
I love my mama, that hip hop shit with kick and [C] step.
This is trippy, jealous motherfuckers get the [Fm] dips.
Now kick in the door, you never heard it before.
Raw [Cm] battery, what a master of stance.
We making [G#] rhymes, no war.
Rapping lines but don't [C] sniff them.
I'm chilling with my man Max and speaking on this [Fm] flip and reminiscing.
About the time the flow used to rock for 90's.
Mellow back and front is Christ inside and out.
Blowing the spot, what?
Making it pop, what it [G] is?
First it goes to me, the pun, then later comes the [F#] bend.
That's what it is, but we dropping part two.
London's future, rebel troops, a secret victory for you.
[Fm] Yes, for you and your people.
We do not deceive [G] hoes.
Commons not devose.
Friends are not to [F#] take bros.
In this order, love wouldn't divide us for many.
Breaking through like Shaka Zulu for the all or nothing [F] money.
What I want to, is not to miss this.
No plans quite based on the weapons [C] I'm through.
What I want to, is not [Fm] to win no war.
Not your meditation and no clue.
What is this?
What [G] did I come up with?
[F#] A word, Colonel.
We call it war.
[Fm] We keep that progress report.
The core to make it [G] happen, set of force and foreign hands.
It's been forever [F#] lasting.
The fair, span across the atlas like the aspirant.
Escape from out the grass for the most wicked of characters.
[Fm] Hear the laughter of the czars, in the dark like [G] Nabokov.
Rebellion could have tossed it as far, cut their heads [F#] off.
Those who were lost, lost now live in lavish destination.
Be the pastors of the city of Nazareth.
[Fm] Catalyze the revolution, move the troops from our [G] pollution.
When Utho citizens get their boots right in their [F#] asses.
Razzle the status, bring the loot back to the masses.
Who live like hostages, the system be abusive [Fm] like the music isn't there.
We exist in the [G] abyss, but image us be marvelous, like novelists.
[F#] Picture this like hieroglyphics on the finest papyrus.
The world is ours, but it's devoured by the hours.
[Fm] Spread the scripture like Egyptians while the wicked spread the [G] virus.
Through the lives I realize, the righteous bear my [F#] likeness, but they spite us.
So let the weak recite this, so much seed amongst the captives.
Let the fleet complete [Fm] decipher.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up [Fm] you.
You and your meditation and your truth.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is [F] the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up you.
[Fm] You coulda never, ever put the fire in your heart too.
[Gm]
Lock the enemy's ship, expose in its flank, [F] and aim for the [G#] heart.
On the telemanjaro, the shrapnel [C] scenarios.
We're playing business like Super Mario.
[Fm] On the post in the studio, in the post studio.
It's hot, [Cm] it's hot, it's furious like Julio [G#] Iglesias.
I get the Korean dowel in the pen pack [Gm] of hell.
I saw the friends of the fist, and sat [Fm] like Paul Schockmüller.
You're like a sick pussy.
I'm a flat mulch like Molas Rostig.
We're a 20 night cargo ship, from the outside [G] lava.
Your name is blank like the edge of the [F#] Sahara.
You make tabula rasa like papilla in the blaza.
You go to O.M..C., you're like the [Fm] NASA. The first group of you were a bunch of losers. [G] Now you're like a book of the booze. [F#] You're rich like the Russian forefather. Every time you see it, you're a star-gazer. [Fm] What them want to, fist up you. This is the chance like we done the rebel come [C] true. What them want to, fist up you. You [Fm] could have never, ever put the fire we have on through. What them want [F] to, fist up you. You want me to show you the case, and I'll look you. [C] What them want to, fist up you. [Fm] This is the chance like we done the rebel come true. Well, I like to just give a big up to all the God-blessed people. [F] He's the prime district, [C] smell about a gentleman. [E] He's the hard way, tell him [Fm] what righteousness nowadays. Oh, no, no, nowadays. You must trust me. We got to go away together. [C] We're stronger than a warring lion. But [Fm] still, nobody mix up in a big bang around. But under my meditation in a Bible, I don't know if it stands strong. Yeah, yeah. Friends, Christ, smell about the [C] large of the stew. 24, 7, 48. [N]
Key:
Fm
C
G
F#
G#
Fm
C
G
[G#] _ [C] What absurd strategy is this?
_ [Fm] Send down a handful of warriors.
Let's see if their blood is the [Gm] same color as [G#] mine.
Watch me appear on the field.
My mission is to [C] chill.
I'm not thinking about the vibes and about the dollar [Fm] bill.
Been busy on my rhymes gun.
Put some of that away.
What makes me happy like a grumpy and carnival on Labor [G#] Day.
I love my mama, that hip hop shit with kick and [C] step.
This is trippy, jealous motherfuckers get the [Fm] dips.
Now kick in the door, you never heard it before.
Raw [Cm] battery, what a master of stance.
We making [G#] rhymes, no war.
Rapping lines but don't [C] sniff them.
I'm chilling with my man Max and speaking on this [Fm] flip and reminiscing.
About the time the flow used to rock for 90's.
Mellow back and front is Christ inside and out.
Blowing the spot, what?
Making it pop, what it [G] is?
First it goes to me, the pun, then later comes the [F#] bend.
That's what it is, but we dropping part two.
London's future, rebel troops, a secret victory for you.
[Fm] Yes, for you and your people.
We do not deceive [G] hoes.
Commons not devose.
Friends are not to [F#] take bros.
In this order, love wouldn't divide us for many.
Breaking through like Shaka Zulu for the all or nothing [F] money.
What I want to, is not to miss this.
No plans quite based on the weapons [C] I'm through.
What I want to, is not [Fm] to win no war.
Not your meditation and no clue.
What is this?
What [G] did I come up with?
[F#] A word, Colonel. _
_ _ _ We call it war.
[Fm] We keep that progress report.
The core to make it [G] happen, set of force and foreign hands.
It's been forever [F#] lasting.
The fair, span across the atlas like the aspirant.
Escape from out the grass for the most wicked of characters.
[Fm] Hear the laughter of the czars, in the dark like [G] Nabokov.
Rebellion could have tossed it as far, cut their heads [F#] off.
Those who were lost, lost now live in lavish destination.
Be the pastors of the city of Nazareth.
[Fm] Catalyze the revolution, move the troops from our [G] pollution.
When Utho citizens get their boots right in their [F#] asses.
Razzle the status, bring the loot back to the masses.
Who live like hostages, the system be abusive [Fm] like the music isn't there.
We exist in the [G] abyss, but image us be marvelous, like novelists.
[F#] Picture this like hieroglyphics on the finest papyrus.
The world is ours, but it's devoured by the hours.
[Fm] Spread the scripture like Egyptians while the wicked spread the [G] virus.
Through the lives I realize, the righteous bear my [F#] likeness, but they spite us.
So let the weak recite this, so much seed amongst the captives.
Let the fleet complete [Fm] decipher.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up [Fm] you.
You and your meditation and your truth.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is [F] the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up you.
[Fm] You coulda never, ever put the fire in your heart too.
[Gm] _
_ Lock the enemy's ship, expose in its flank, [F] and aim for the [G#] heart.
_ On the telemanjaro, the shrapnel [C] scenarios.
We're playing business like Super Mario.
[Fm] On the post in the studio, in the post studio.
It's hot, [Cm] it's hot, it's furious like Julio [G#] Iglesias.
I get the Korean dowel in the pen pack [Gm] of hell.
I saw the friends of the fist, and sat [Fm] like Paul Schockmüller.
You're like a sick pussy.
I'm a flat mulch like Molas Rostig.
We're a 20 night cargo ship, from the outside [G] lava.
Your name is blank like the edge of the [F#] Sahara.
You make tabula rasa like papilla in the blaza.
You go to O.M..C., you're like the [Fm] NASA. The first group of you were a bunch of losers. [G] Now you're like a book of the booze. [F#] You're rich like the Russian forefather. Every time you see it, you're a star-gazer. [Fm] What them want to, fist up you. This is the chance like we done the rebel come [C] true. What them want to, fist up you. You [Fm] could have never, ever put the fire we have on through. What them want [F] to, fist up you. You want me to show you the case, and I'll look you. [C] What them want to, fist up you. [Fm] This is the chance like we done the rebel come true. Well, I like to just give a big up to all the God-blessed people. [F] He's the prime district, [C] smell about a gentleman. [E] He's the hard way, tell him [Fm] what righteousness nowadays. Oh, no, no, nowadays. _ _ You must trust me. We got to go away together. [C] We're stronger than a warring lion. But [Fm] still, nobody mix up in a big bang around. But under my meditation in a Bible, I don't know if it stands strong. Yeah, yeah. Friends, Christ, smell about the [C] large of the stew. 24, 7, 48. _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [Fm] Send down a handful of warriors.
Let's see if their blood is the [Gm] same color as [G#] mine.
Watch me appear on the field.
My mission is to [C] chill.
I'm not thinking about the vibes and about the dollar [Fm] bill.
Been busy on my rhymes gun.
Put some of that away.
What makes me happy like a grumpy and carnival on Labor [G#] Day.
I love my mama, that hip hop shit with kick and [C] step.
This is trippy, jealous motherfuckers get the [Fm] dips.
Now kick in the door, you never heard it before.
Raw [Cm] battery, what a master of stance.
We making [G#] rhymes, no war.
Rapping lines but don't [C] sniff them.
I'm chilling with my man Max and speaking on this [Fm] flip and reminiscing.
About the time the flow used to rock for 90's.
Mellow back and front is Christ inside and out.
Blowing the spot, what?
Making it pop, what it [G] is?
First it goes to me, the pun, then later comes the [F#] bend.
That's what it is, but we dropping part two.
London's future, rebel troops, a secret victory for you.
[Fm] Yes, for you and your people.
We do not deceive [G] hoes.
Commons not devose.
Friends are not to [F#] take bros.
In this order, love wouldn't divide us for many.
Breaking through like Shaka Zulu for the all or nothing [F] money.
What I want to, is not to miss this.
No plans quite based on the weapons [C] I'm through.
What I want to, is not [Fm] to win no war.
Not your meditation and no clue.
What is this?
What [G] did I come up with?
[F#] A word, Colonel. _
_ _ _ We call it war.
[Fm] We keep that progress report.
The core to make it [G] happen, set of force and foreign hands.
It's been forever [F#] lasting.
The fair, span across the atlas like the aspirant.
Escape from out the grass for the most wicked of characters.
[Fm] Hear the laughter of the czars, in the dark like [G] Nabokov.
Rebellion could have tossed it as far, cut their heads [F#] off.
Those who were lost, lost now live in lavish destination.
Be the pastors of the city of Nazareth.
[Fm] Catalyze the revolution, move the troops from our [G] pollution.
When Utho citizens get their boots right in their [F#] asses.
Razzle the status, bring the loot back to the masses.
Who live like hostages, the system be abusive [Fm] like the music isn't there.
We exist in the [G] abyss, but image us be marvelous, like novelists.
[F#] Picture this like hieroglyphics on the finest papyrus.
The world is ours, but it's devoured by the hours.
[Fm] Spread the scripture like Egyptians while the wicked spread the [G] virus.
Through the lives I realize, the righteous bear my [F#] likeness, but they spite us.
So let the weak recite this, so much seed amongst the captives.
Let the fleet complete [Fm] decipher.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up [Fm] you.
You and your meditation and your truth.
What them want to, fist up you.
This is [F] the chance like we done the rebel [C] come true.
What them want to, fist up you.
[Fm] You coulda never, ever put the fire in your heart too.
[Gm] _
_ Lock the enemy's ship, expose in its flank, [F] and aim for the [G#] heart.
_ On the telemanjaro, the shrapnel [C] scenarios.
We're playing business like Super Mario.
[Fm] On the post in the studio, in the post studio.
It's hot, [Cm] it's hot, it's furious like Julio [G#] Iglesias.
I get the Korean dowel in the pen pack [Gm] of hell.
I saw the friends of the fist, and sat [Fm] like Paul Schockmüller.
You're like a sick pussy.
I'm a flat mulch like Molas Rostig.
We're a 20 night cargo ship, from the outside [G] lava.
Your name is blank like the edge of the [F#] Sahara.
You make tabula rasa like papilla in the blaza.
You go to O.M..C., you're like the [Fm] NASA. The first group of you were a bunch of losers. [G] Now you're like a book of the booze. [F#] You're rich like the Russian forefather. Every time you see it, you're a star-gazer. [Fm] What them want to, fist up you. This is the chance like we done the rebel come [C] true. What them want to, fist up you. You [Fm] could have never, ever put the fire we have on through. What them want [F] to, fist up you. You want me to show you the case, and I'll look you. [C] What them want to, fist up you. [Fm] This is the chance like we done the rebel come true. Well, I like to just give a big up to all the God-blessed people. [F] He's the prime district, [C] smell about a gentleman. [E] He's the hard way, tell him [Fm] what righteousness nowadays. Oh, no, no, nowadays. _ _ You must trust me. We got to go away together. [C] We're stronger than a warring lion. But [Fm] still, nobody mix up in a big bang around. But under my meditation in a Bible, I don't know if it stands strong. Yeah, yeah. Friends, Christ, smell about the [C] large of the stew. 24, 7, 48. _ _ _ _ _ [N] _