Chords for Moorish Delta 7 - Silent Screams
Tempo:
81.1 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C#m
C#
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] Listen, don't hype baby me and that, yeah?
At the end of the day, I'm still the floater.
And if you're off on [G#] the money, that's home, you know?
[C#] You're off on the money.
Hey, yo, yo, hold up, [G] hold up.
Listen, you don't have to buy TG [C] that, you know?
Listen, all [G] you told him.
But at the end of the day, what I'm trying to say is, right,
there's no
[C] Listen, I gotta [C#] say it a little bit, yeah?
When will you put that?
It's gonna [G] be alright, man.
At the end of the day, you're playing it in the [F#] friggin' heat, yeah?
At the end of the [Dm] day
Please listen to my silent screams.
It's the same old, still rapping, still hustling.
I still claim [C#m] dough, but still the game's low.
So I need to get it.
I'm hungry.
I have my electrics and emergency [Dm] credit.
Back of blades, you get it?
To get paid's my fetish.
Thinking about pulling a raise, I wouldn't [C#m] regret it.
I said, I live this, and inside's my poem.
Digging Zubawi with that crisis [Dm] loans.
My pockets are broke, but I'm a ghetto survivor.
Getting verbal abuse from my new dealer [C#m] advisor.
Yo, listen to this.
My empty fridge full of missing dishes.
Coca-Cola, [Dm] 99p, chicken and chips.
Is my diet suffering silence while the quiet?
Right now I'm game [C#m] to start a riot.
Robbing offlights and start violence.
The way that I'm forced to live is enough to [Dm] justify it.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Bunking live life chains.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
It fascinates me.
Like you gotta sell co-op to babies to get rich [C#m] and then catch the ladies.
Caught up in a vicious cycle.
Life is a bitch, and she's spiteful.
[Dm] Wonder what that bitch gonna do next.
Oppression, keeping my crew vexed.
Poverty inspires [C#m] robberies and you next.
Everybody fighting for crumbs.
You my blood, then I'll fight for you, son.
You a [Dm] snake, then I'm slicing you some.
It's the game of death where paranoid quid tempers against plainly set.
[C#m] Smoke towel in the corner.
Reminisce growing up poor.
Treading water with no regards for law [Dm] and order.
Love my mama to death, I'll blow the gas for her.
Cried many times when all she had was [C#m] tap water.
Now I live by myself.
28 grams right beside my shelf.
I distribute it to [Dm] provide my wealth.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
All my street niggas understand this in any language.
Big bitch with [C#m] brandy, Chevy to mannix.
Keep it in close proximity.
But when police brigades try to raid my [Dm] vicinity, invade my privacy.
Got a nigga in cuffs.
Is this a wind up?
Damn it, I've had enough of [C#m] standing in police lineups.
Back up off me.
Relocated behind bars with handcuffs.
Guard, [Dm] prison guards treat me harshly.
Back on the streets because they had not an army.
But surely the [C#m] system is killing me softly.
Situation pitiful.
A lot in the physical.
But my condition [Dm] each day is critical.
I'm crying out for justice.
We've been through enough.
And the Indians [C#m] got to rise above it.
Live by the sword and start ruckus.
Snakes can't be trusted.
Kill for the cause and [Dm] serve justice.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
Rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
What do you know?
What do you know?
You don't know [C#m] nothing about family or you know the streets.
You work, you sleep, you write, you live.
That's all you know.
At the [Dm] end of the day, please do what you need to do.
Hope you're fine.
You don't want to check that?
And to recognize that at the end of the day your [C#m] family's in here?
Yeah, alright, it's fine.
But at the end of the day, I don't want to know about it.
You understand that?
Yo, what that next thing's all about, yo?
[Dm] You take it and you give it to your wife.
Because I don't want nothing to do with it.
Fuck off, man.
At the end of the day, I'm still the floater.
And if you're off on [G#] the money, that's home, you know?
[C#] You're off on the money.
Hey, yo, yo, hold up, [G] hold up.
Listen, you don't have to buy TG [C] that, you know?
Listen, all [G] you told him.
But at the end of the day, what I'm trying to say is, right,
there's no
[C] Listen, I gotta [C#] say it a little bit, yeah?
When will you put that?
It's gonna [G] be alright, man.
At the end of the day, you're playing it in the [F#] friggin' heat, yeah?
At the end of the [Dm] day
Please listen to my silent screams.
It's the same old, still rapping, still hustling.
I still claim [C#m] dough, but still the game's low.
So I need to get it.
I'm hungry.
I have my electrics and emergency [Dm] credit.
Back of blades, you get it?
To get paid's my fetish.
Thinking about pulling a raise, I wouldn't [C#m] regret it.
I said, I live this, and inside's my poem.
Digging Zubawi with that crisis [Dm] loans.
My pockets are broke, but I'm a ghetto survivor.
Getting verbal abuse from my new dealer [C#m] advisor.
Yo, listen to this.
My empty fridge full of missing dishes.
Coca-Cola, [Dm] 99p, chicken and chips.
Is my diet suffering silence while the quiet?
Right now I'm game [C#m] to start a riot.
Robbing offlights and start violence.
The way that I'm forced to live is enough to [Dm] justify it.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Bunking live life chains.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
It fascinates me.
Like you gotta sell co-op to babies to get rich [C#m] and then catch the ladies.
Caught up in a vicious cycle.
Life is a bitch, and she's spiteful.
[Dm] Wonder what that bitch gonna do next.
Oppression, keeping my crew vexed.
Poverty inspires [C#m] robberies and you next.
Everybody fighting for crumbs.
You my blood, then I'll fight for you, son.
You a [Dm] snake, then I'm slicing you some.
It's the game of death where paranoid quid tempers against plainly set.
[C#m] Smoke towel in the corner.
Reminisce growing up poor.
Treading water with no regards for law [Dm] and order.
Love my mama to death, I'll blow the gas for her.
Cried many times when all she had was [C#m] tap water.
Now I live by myself.
28 grams right beside my shelf.
I distribute it to [Dm] provide my wealth.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
All my street niggas understand this in any language.
Big bitch with [C#m] brandy, Chevy to mannix.
Keep it in close proximity.
But when police brigades try to raid my [Dm] vicinity, invade my privacy.
Got a nigga in cuffs.
Is this a wind up?
Damn it, I've had enough of [C#m] standing in police lineups.
Back up off me.
Relocated behind bars with handcuffs.
Guard, [Dm] prison guards treat me harshly.
Back on the streets because they had not an army.
But surely the [C#m] system is killing me softly.
Situation pitiful.
A lot in the physical.
But my condition [Dm] each day is critical.
I'm crying out for justice.
We've been through enough.
And the Indians [C#m] got to rise above it.
Live by the sword and start ruckus.
Snakes can't be trusted.
Kill for the cause and [Dm] serve justice.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
Rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
What do you know?
What do you know?
You don't know [C#m] nothing about family or you know the streets.
You work, you sleep, you write, you live.
That's all you know.
At the [Dm] end of the day, please do what you need to do.
Hope you're fine.
You don't want to check that?
And to recognize that at the end of the day your [C#m] family's in here?
Yeah, alright, it's fine.
But at the end of the day, I don't want to know about it.
You understand that?
Yo, what that next thing's all about, yo?
[Dm] You take it and you give it to your wife.
Because I don't want nothing to do with it.
Fuck off, man.
Key:
Dm
C#m
C#
G
C
Dm
C#m
C#
[C#] Listen, don't hype baby me and that, yeah?
At the end of the day, I'm still the floater.
And if you're off on [G#] the money, that's home, you know?
[C#] You're off on the money.
Hey, yo, yo, hold up, [G] hold up.
Listen, you don't have to buy TG [C] that, you know?
Listen, all [G] you told him.
But at the end of the day, what I'm trying to say is, right,
there's no_
[C] Listen, I gotta [C#] say it a little bit, yeah?
When will you put that?
It's gonna [G] be alright, man.
At the end of the day, you're playing it in the [F#] friggin' heat, yeah?
At the end of the [Dm] day_
Please listen to my silent screams.
It's the same old, still rapping, still hustling.
I still claim [C#m] dough, but still the game's low.
So I need to get it.
I'm hungry.
I have my electrics and emergency [Dm] credit.
Back of blades, you get it?
To get paid's my fetish.
Thinking about pulling a raise, I wouldn't [C#m] regret it.
I said, I live this, and inside's my poem.
Digging Zubawi with that crisis [Dm] loans.
My pockets are broke, but I'm a ghetto survivor.
Getting verbal abuse from my new dealer [C#m] advisor.
Yo, listen to this.
My empty fridge full of missing dishes.
Coca-Cola, [Dm] 99p, chicken and chips.
Is my diet suffering silence while the quiet?
Right now I'm game [C#m] to start a riot.
Robbing offlights and start violence.
The way that I'm forced to live is enough to [Dm] justify it.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Bunking live life chains.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
It fascinates me.
Like you gotta sell co-op to babies to get rich [C#m] and then catch the ladies.
Caught up in a vicious cycle.
Life is a bitch, and she's spiteful.
[Dm] Wonder what that bitch gonna do next.
Oppression, keeping my crew vexed.
Poverty inspires [C#m] robberies and you next.
Everybody fighting for crumbs.
You my blood, then I'll fight for you, son.
You a [Dm] snake, then I'm slicing you some.
It's the game of death where paranoid quid tempers against plainly set.
[C#m] Smoke towel in the corner.
Reminisce growing up poor.
Treading water with no regards for law [Dm] and order.
Love my mama to death, I'll blow the gas for her.
Cried many times when all she had was [C#m] tap water.
Now I live by myself.
28 grams right beside my shelf.
I distribute it to [Dm] provide my wealth.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
All my street niggas understand this in any language.
Big bitch with [C#m] brandy, Chevy to mannix.
Keep it in close proximity.
But when police brigades try to raid my [Dm] vicinity, invade my privacy.
Got a nigga in cuffs.
Is this a wind up?
Damn it, I've had enough of [C#m] standing in police lineups.
Back up off me.
Relocated behind bars with handcuffs.
Guard, [Dm] prison guards treat me harshly.
Back on the streets because they had not an army.
But surely the [C#m] system is killing me softly.
Situation pitiful.
A lot in the physical.
But my condition [Dm] each day is critical.
I'm crying out for justice.
We've been through enough.
And the Indians [C#m] got to rise above it.
Live by the sword and start ruckus.
Snakes can't be trusted.
Kill for the cause and [Dm] serve justice.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
Rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
What do you know?
What do you know?
You don't know [C#m] nothing about family or you know the streets.
You work, you sleep, you write, you live.
That's all you know.
At the [Dm] end of the day, please do what you need to do.
Hope you're fine.
You don't want to check that?
And to recognize that at the end of the day your [C#m] family's in here?
Yeah, alright, it's fine.
But at the end of the day, I don't want to know about it.
You understand that?
Yo, what that next thing's all about, yo?
[Dm] You take it and you give it to your wife.
Because I don't want nothing to do with it.
Fuck off, man. _
At the end of the day, I'm still the floater.
And if you're off on [G#] the money, that's home, you know?
[C#] You're off on the money.
Hey, yo, yo, hold up, [G] hold up.
Listen, you don't have to buy TG [C] that, you know?
Listen, all [G] you told him.
But at the end of the day, what I'm trying to say is, right,
there's no_
[C] Listen, I gotta [C#] say it a little bit, yeah?
When will you put that?
It's gonna [G] be alright, man.
At the end of the day, you're playing it in the [F#] friggin' heat, yeah?
At the end of the [Dm] day_
Please listen to my silent screams.
It's the same old, still rapping, still hustling.
I still claim [C#m] dough, but still the game's low.
So I need to get it.
I'm hungry.
I have my electrics and emergency [Dm] credit.
Back of blades, you get it?
To get paid's my fetish.
Thinking about pulling a raise, I wouldn't [C#m] regret it.
I said, I live this, and inside's my poem.
Digging Zubawi with that crisis [Dm] loans.
My pockets are broke, but I'm a ghetto survivor.
Getting verbal abuse from my new dealer [C#m] advisor.
Yo, listen to this.
My empty fridge full of missing dishes.
Coca-Cola, [Dm] 99p, chicken and chips.
Is my diet suffering silence while the quiet?
Right now I'm game [C#m] to start a riot.
Robbing offlights and start violence.
The way that I'm forced to live is enough to [Dm] justify it.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Bunking live life chains.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
We rap it in cellophane.
Sell it to a fiend.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent screams.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent screams.
It fascinates me.
Like you gotta sell co-op to babies to get rich [C#m] and then catch the ladies.
Caught up in a vicious cycle.
Life is a bitch, and she's spiteful.
[Dm] Wonder what that bitch gonna do next.
Oppression, keeping my crew vexed.
Poverty inspires [C#m] robberies and you next.
Everybody fighting for crumbs.
You my blood, then I'll fight for you, son.
You a [Dm] snake, then I'm slicing you some.
It's the game of death where paranoid quid tempers against plainly set.
[C#m] Smoke towel in the corner.
Reminisce growing up poor.
Treading water with no regards for law [Dm] and order.
Love my mama to death, I'll blow the gas for her.
Cried many times when all she had was [C#m] tap water.
Now I live by myself.
28 grams right beside my shelf.
I distribute it to [Dm] provide my wealth.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
All my street niggas understand this in any language.
Big bitch with [C#m] brandy, Chevy to mannix.
Keep it in close proximity.
But when police brigades try to raid my [Dm] vicinity, invade my privacy.
Got a nigga in cuffs.
Is this a wind up?
Damn it, I've had enough of [C#m] standing in police lineups.
Back up off me.
Relocated behind bars with handcuffs.
Guard, [Dm] prison guards treat me harshly.
Back on the streets because they had not an army.
But surely the [C#m] system is killing me softly.
Situation pitiful.
A lot in the physical.
But my condition [Dm] each day is critical.
I'm crying out for justice.
We've been through enough.
And the Indians [C#m] got to rise above it.
Live by the sword and start ruckus.
Snakes can't be trusted.
Kill for the cause and [Dm] serve justice.
We rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Up to live life clean.
Please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
Rap it and sell it fame.
Sell it to a fame.
Get the green, hear my [C#m] silent scream.
Surrounded by the violent things.
Yo, please listen to my [Dm] silent scream.
What do you know?
What do you know?
You don't know [C#m] nothing about family or you know the streets.
You work, you sleep, you write, you live.
That's all you know.
At the [Dm] end of the day, please do what you need to do.
Hope you're fine.
You don't want to check that?
And to recognize that at the end of the day your [C#m] family's in here?
Yeah, alright, it's fine.
But at the end of the day, I don't want to know about it.
You understand that?
Yo, what that next thing's all about, yo?
[Dm] You take it and you give it to your wife.
Because I don't want nothing to do with it.
Fuck off, man. _
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