Chords for MF Doom - Rumpelstiltskin Brown

Tempo:
143.85 bpm
Chords used:

Bb

Am

Dm

G

E

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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MF Doom - Rumpelstiltskin Brown chords
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[G]
Drifting on a [Dm] cloud and you don't see anything Suddenly [G]
you [Dm] see you're a bird without a wing
[G]
Lift him on the cloud [Dm] and you don't see anything.
[G] Suddenly you see [Dm] you're a bird without a wing.
[G]
Lift him on the cloud [Dm] and you don't see anything.
[G]
Suddenly you [Dm] see you're a bird without a wing.
[G] Lift him on the cloud [Dm] and [B]
you don't see anything.
He's a shady character.
What's his name?
Oh wait, I forgot his card.
I don't have my card.
Are you serious?
Doom, Doom, Doom, I see.
It ain't nothing like hip hop music.
[Dm]
It ain't nothing like a fistful [Bb] of cash or a blitz full of the [Am] hash that twists like a [Bb] mustache.
From end to [Am] end, spread it like [Bb] a rash.
We're talking through your [Am] Walkman or at your [Bb] Disco Bash.
Give me the Tim's [Am] Rumble, still skin brown, [Bb] a metal face mask [Am] with a built-in [Bb] frown.
A mic to tilt [Am] down a hundred thousand [Bb]
pounds and see how kilt [Am] sound like spilt [Gm] milk clown.
[C] Cocoa butter on a very ashy [F] day, fam.
Ray [Dm]-Bans out on the islands of Cayman.
Or break it down for the [G] layman.
[E] Band-Aid [Dm] soleil for the centro [E] page.
And a can of [Dm] old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll.
Keep on moving like soul to [G] soul, hold the dough.
Like a fool stole [Bb] pity off of trying to go up [Am] against City Hall, titty [Bb] ball.
The black mic is [Am] like a red violin.
[Bb] Okay, everybody back [Am] to the lab.
Try
[Bb] again.
[Am] Rap game like Vyatt [Bb] and leave bad tastes killing [Am] my high like Niacin.
[Bb] Stop killing [Am] middlemen, need Ritalin.
[Bb] Hit me with the full tin [Am] of gin and I'm a kid again.
[Bb] Keep the bong lighting [Am] straight through the songwriting.
[Bb] The super villain, [Am] aka Thorn Biting, is [Bb] inviting all to the [Am] reciting.
Let's dope and roar, [Bb] hoping all y'all come in [Am] peace and it's open bar.
[Gm] Tear the roof off [C] this Bum-ba-ra's clock [F] by the end of the night.
[Dm] Spaz like Shazbot, I spoke a shot, [Gm] made the pen lines runny.
A [E] ill plot to ten-time [Dm] Penn Sky money.
Funny how he ripped the scripts with a straight face.
With more rhymes than his lines in your database.
Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless.
[Bb] With this food, the thoughts sort of like [Am] breakfast.
You could [Bb] mark it off as wreck on the [Am] checklist.
[Bb] Wear gold fronts, can't afford [Am] no necklace.
Should that [Bb] ten go [Am] to help build them [Bb] daycares?
Somebody say yeah, [Am] and your [Gm] feds.
Get the [C] herbalizes, their [A] shares.
Y'all [G] can paint doom and bears, [B] shares.
[Dm]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am] Doom, [Bb] doom, doom.
[Am] Okay, Mr.
Doe, [Bb] okay.
[Am]
[Bb] Call headquarters.
[Am] Tell them to send a [Bb] trap over here to pick [Am] up three rats.
[F] [Dm] The next [E] time these boys [Dm] come in contact with [E] anything hot, it'll be the [A] chair in [Dm] the death house of the state prison.
[G] [Bb]
[Am]
[Bb] It will be [Am] hard
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am] to leave you, [Bb] even [Am] when
[Bb] it hurts me.
It will be [Am] hard to
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] see you.
[Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Dm]
[Bb] Be sure I [Am] like you, Link's son,
[Bb] although I know [Am] you're lying.
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] Even when [Am] it hurts me, [Bb] it will be hard [Am] to see you.
[Bb] Maybe in [Am] your
[Gm] [C] [F]
[Dm]
[E] [Dm]
life.
[E] [Dm]
[G]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Bb] [Am]
[Gm] [C] [A]
[N]
Key:  
Bb
12341111
Am
2311
Dm
2311
G
2131
E
2311
Bb
12341111
Am
2311
Dm
2311
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To learn The Herbaliser - It Aint Nuttin chords, your practice should emphasize these chord progressions: Bb, Am and Bb. For a smooth transition, initiate your practice at 71 BPM and gradually match the song's pace of 144 BPM. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: Eb Major.

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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Drifting on a [Dm] cloud and you don't see anything _ _ Suddenly [G] _
_ _ _ you [Dm] see you're a bird without a wing _
_ _ _ [G] _ _
Lift him on the cloud [Dm] and you don't see anything. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ Suddenly you see [Dm] you're a bird without a wing.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Lift him on the cloud [Dm] and you don't see anything. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _
Suddenly you [Dm] see you're a bird without a wing. _ _ _
[G] _ _ Lift him on the cloud [Dm] and _ _ _ [B]
you don't see anything.
He's a shady character.
What's his name?
Oh wait, I forgot his card.
I don't have my card. _ _
Are you serious?
_ Doom, Doom, Doom, I see.
It ain't nothing like _ _ _ _ _ _ hip hop music.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _
It ain't nothing like a fistful [Bb] of cash or a blitz full of the [Am] hash that twists like a [Bb] mustache.
From end to [Am] end, spread it like [Bb] a rash.
We're talking through your [Am] Walkman or at your [Bb] Disco Bash.
Give me the Tim's [Am] Rumble, still skin brown, [Bb] a metal face mask [Am] with a built-in [Bb] frown.
A mic to tilt [Am] down a hundred thousand [Bb]
pounds and see how kilt [Am] sound like spilt [Gm] milk clown.
[C] Cocoa butter on a very ashy [F] day, fam.
Ray [Dm]-Bans out on the islands of Cayman.
Or break it down for the [G] layman.
[E] Band-Aid [Dm] soleil for the centro [E] page.
And a can of [Dm] old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll.
Keep on moving like soul to [G] soul, hold the dough.
Like a fool stole [Bb] pity off of trying to go up [Am] against City Hall, titty [Bb] ball.
The black mic is [Am] like a red violin.
[Bb] Okay, everybody back [Am] to the lab.
Try _
[Bb] again.
[Am] Rap game like Vyatt [Bb] and leave bad tastes killing [Am] my high like Niacin.
[Bb] Stop killing [Am] middlemen, need Ritalin.
[Bb] Hit me with the full tin [Am] of gin and I'm a kid again.
[Bb] Keep the bong lighting [Am] straight through the songwriting.
[Bb] The super villain, [Am] aka Thorn Biting, is [Bb] inviting all to the [Am] reciting.
Let's dope and roar, [Bb] hoping all y'all come in [Am] peace and it's open bar.
[Gm] Tear the roof off [C] this Bum-ba-ra's clock [F] by the end of the night.
[Dm] Spaz like Shazbot, I spoke a shot, [Gm] made the pen lines runny.
A [E] ill plot to ten-time [Dm] Penn Sky money.
Funny how he ripped the scripts with a straight face.
With more rhymes than his lines in your database.
Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless.
[Bb] With this food, the thoughts sort of like [Am] breakfast.
You could [Bb] mark it off as wreck on the [Am] checklist.
[Bb] Wear gold fronts, can't afford [Am] no necklace.
Should that [Bb] ten go [Am] to help build them [Bb] daycares?
Somebody say yeah, [Am] and your [Gm] feds.
Get the [C] herbalizes, their [A] shares.
Y'all [G] can paint doom and bears, [B] shares.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ Doom, [Bb] doom, doom.
[Am] Okay, Mr.
Doe, [Bb] _ okay.
[Am] _ _ _
[Bb] Call headquarters.
[Am] Tell them to send a [Bb] trap over here to pick [Am] up three rats.
[F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ The next [E] time these boys [Dm] come in contact with [E] anything hot, it'll be the [A] chair in [Dm] the death house of the state prison. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Bb] It will be [Am] hard _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Am] to leave you, [Bb] _ even [Am] when _ _
[Bb] it hurts me.
It will be [Am] hard to _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Bb] see you.
[Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Be sure I [Am] like you, Link's son, _
[Bb] although I know [Am] you're lying. _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] Even when [Am] it hurts me, [Bb] it will be hard [Am] to see you.
[Bb] Maybe in [Am] your _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
life.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _

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This song was featured on the Something Wicked This Way Comes album.

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