Chords for MF DOOM - Potholderz feat. Count Bass D

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[Eb] _ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] I strive to be humble, lest I [Eb] stumble, never sold a [A] jumbo, or copped chicken wings with
[Dm] mumbo sauce, heisen is a foul holocaust, hitlin gashin whole [A] head up with poetry I'm
[Dm] fed up, ignore quote on bled, stand up get [Eb] up, lunge for your [C] knife, don't [A] forget your
pot [Dm] holders, _ [F] hot shit, [Eb] what, these old [A] things, bout to throw em [Dm] away, with the gold rings
that make em don't fit like [Eb] OJ, usually I [A] take em off with oil or [Dm] ole, emcees is crabs
in a barrel passed to [Eb] old bay, hot as hell [F] and it's a [A] cold day in [Dm] it, workin on a way
that we can roll away [Eb] tinted, some say the price [F] of holding heat [A] is often [Dm] too high, you
either be in a coffin or you be the new [Eb] guy, the one [A] that's too fly to eat soup [Dm] pie, never
too busy when it comes down to you [Eb] and I, a [A] lot of niggas wish to [Dm] die, you need to hold
these horses, these bigger fish [Fm] fry, you're on the [A] list, if not pick a [Dm] number spot, ten
and a half tims is made to kick your [Eb] bumper clock, _ [A] coulda had a [Dm] V8, F150 quad cab but
I'll be straight, money comes to [F] those like that [A] two bit [Dm] pussy that night that tried to
rush me, Dwight passed the dutchie so I could calm [A] down so they don't get it [Dm] twisted, take
it from the fire side and won't get [Eb] listed, got it, [Dm] what happened, oh it's not lit, these
metal fingers be holding hot shit, [Eb] when I was four I penned [A] guard once more to New York,
[Dm] back in 77, still got nair in the [Eb] crescent, the effervescent, so far [A] it's present, it's
thick, [Dm] unlike vapor, esterol, extra roll, word, the [Eb] baker, peace to the hard [Db] working
[A] gingerbread [Dm] bakers, looked up and down, said hmm, too much [Eb] makeup, poor music taste, [F] ten
years [A] from being grown [Dm] up, rappers don't blow up, heads do, aw [Eb] shit, my name is Dwight [A] Spitz,
I'm a sonic [Dm] addict, I used to think it was merely a nagging habit, [Eb] born under a [A] bad sign,
I'm [Dm] serious about this curse of mine, I strive to flip it in a fine [Eb] wine, barely born a virgin
[F] is what the [Db] stars [Dm] said, black not white, red all over though like [Eb] Elmo, 28 [A] years have passed,
I feel I'm [Dm] weak and, I make music every weekend, [Eb] it's a chore, a [A] fact of life, a labor [Dm] of love,
I get mad love but I detest the labor, and it's wages, [A] you know death, I'm [Dm] serving life
from this gift of God, don't forget your [Eb] pot holders my niggas, [A] I'm a mohawk, [Dm] I'm a mohawk,
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[C] _ [B] I'm a mohawk,
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