Chords for MF Grimm-Foolish

[C#m] _ _ Some quote scripture, but [A] Paris quote.
[E] French scriptures are made from scratch, my [Gm] mind floats.
[E] And I got war scars, war spleen, from [A] war skin.
[E] Rhymes souped up like lentil to show my [Gm] mental is not [F#m] accidental.
My world revolves, causes all to [E] tragedy.
My guns revolve, but [Gm] some are [E] automatic.
Vision beyond the optical, needed for living prodigal.
Sleep with third eye open, or get [Dm] clipped like a [E] cuticle.
Conditional choices, stable, critical.
Who lives, who dies, who [F] strives, it's so [F#m] political.
Young street [C#m] champs, stripped of belts and pistol [E] titles.
Shot heavyweight division, KOs, [Dm] no split [E] decisions.
Giuliani referees, this hellhole, and he don't give a fuck so.
There's cuts, [Dm] headbutts, [E] elbows, drugs, sweeps, bullets,
blood splat, blotches, thugs, street [G] niggas,
God's [Gm] fortune, hell [E] hostage, actions.
Brutal, beyond belief, but authentic.
Rhyme, genuine, thoughts are [F] anti [E]-synthetic.
Attempt to get your [G#m] ass and plant your back, [E] prehistoric.
Roach niggas are moving from my [A#] ass, the thoughts are [E] boring.
Kidnapped, snatched, ran off, no self-extortion.
Chicks freak, they seek them as [F] a financial [E] portion.
Six million dollars, nigga, like you Steve Austin.
Cause if they really love ya, that's how [Gm] much love is [F#] costing.
Or [E] death will be possible.
Jigsaw, face chopped up, distributed body [F] parts,
different [E] states, take you to [C#m] spots that nobody knows.
Curiosity grows, as you decompose.
Lord have mercy, Percy, Red Devil, [G#m] Josie,
Brooklyn, [E] Crosby, six million weight, desire,
but none [F] of them can hurt [E] me, God [A] fuck.
I'm stuck in the desert and I'm [E] thirsty,
calling black Jesus, help Red [C] Devil's disturbing me.
[F#m] But I'm alive, looking through my [E] eyes,
his heart is alive, when your mother and your father died.
You try suicide, but [Dm] all you do is [E] cry, risk leaving.
[F#] Who do I [A] believe in?
[B] Looking through [E] Satan's eyes, [Em] scarred, hating [F] God for no [F#m] reason.
Why do I feel this way?
Everyday living in darkness, I never ever seen [F] the brighter [E] day.
I hide away from the sun and come out at night.
Squeeze, squeeze, still tight, cause if it [F] ain't real, it ain't [E] right.
Now I'm up to no good, thanks shorty from the hood.
I'm on side twice, but I don't [Dm] think that'll [E] fit.
Last five years did five bits,
I hope I [A] don't have to do a [E] twenty-five to life bitch.
I gotta live, [Gm] gotta feel [F#m] the thrill, locked in jail.
Cut a nigga throat to get [E] a cell,
black boom, black boom, getting [F] it done in the [F#m] room.
Selling crack boom, crack boom, from the [B] sun to the moon. _
_ _ [C#m] _ [A] Big up, the niggas up, [C#m] slig up.
Chop a nigga up, but first have him [F] schedule a [E] pickup.
[A] If you ask me, they all a bunch of [C#m] sick pups.
Always seem to [Em] repeat the same [Dm] stuff like [C#m] hiccups.
Nowadays the game is all [E] bugged out.
Phoning like back when Hammer tried [Dm] to come [E] thugged out.
Stop it, profiles like trop it.
Out from under the feet of the [Dm] clowns that pops [F#m] it.
Nasty like spit, diverse and gold gargle.
Don't fit no type of profile, [Dm] psychological.
[E] [F#m] Any last words, [E] time's up like guago.
The [F#m] super villain run em like [F] hamburger, la-ra-ga [C#m]-ra-go.
Another one asked him [A] could I hold a [E] microphone.
He said sorry my brother, you got [F] to get your [E] own.
Set the tone even though he's already known.
When he get to rock, he rock on [Dm] like six [C#m] penny bones.
On the down stroke, good day townsfolk.
[F#m] Thank you for your vote, and y'all [F] all get a pound of [E] smoke.
The pros soon to blow, don't make [F#m] them wait for looms to know.
The villain been doing flows since many, many moon ago. _ _ _ _ _