Chords for Nas - N.Y. State of Mind (Live at #VEVOSXSW 2012)

No way you out [B] _ [E] now!
Mags [Ebm] saying no!
[Eb] _
_ [Gb] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _
_ [B] Yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
[Gb] _ [E] _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ [B] _
[E] Austin Mags saying [Ebm] you're gonna get it!
Aye!
[B] _ [Gbm] _ [B] _
_ [E] Austin, Texas!
Thank you for having me, my name [Eb] is Nas.
And [N] tonight we bring to you Illmatic. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Yo, [F] it's time!
It's time!
Yeah, it's [Gm] time, yeah!
Yo, [Bb] kill him, Nas!
Straight out the dungeons of rap What?
[Ab] Where fake niggas walk and get rapped
I ain't gonna start no shit, man
Here we go, here we go, here we [Dbm] go
[Ab] Rappers are monkey flippin' [B] with the funky [Ab] rhythm
You can't get me fishin' [B] in flippin' [Dbm] compositions
[Ab] I'm pain, star face, [B] sniffing [Ab] cocaine
Holdin' the M16 with [B] the pen and [Ab] extreme
Now, bullet holes left in my [B] p-bows
Suited up with [Ab] street clothes
Hand me a 9 and now the [Dbm] feet
Y'all know my [Abm] C-low, but though without the airplay
[Ab] Keep to me and Jake, to [B] the beat up on the [Dbm] snare wave
Eager on a [Abm] guanabatic grin
C-low 10, laughing at bass heads
[Eb] Try to sell some [Ab] broken ass
Cheap-ass be long quick [B] forever
[Dbm] Talk shit reminiscent, it's not the last [B] time to test
[Ab] Niggas be running through the [B] block
Shoot [Ab] it, time to start a revolution
[B] [Ab] What's that called a cigar?
Mac [Gb]-10 was in the [Ab] grass
I ran like a cheetah, [B] thoughts of [Ab] innocence
Hit the back up, your [B] brother's back up
The [Ab] max a pit, rappers hitting niggas one [B] round
Heard [Ab] a few chicks scream, [E] my arms shook
[Ab] And look, gave another squeeze
Heard it [Abm] click, now my [Ab] shit is stuck
Tried to cock it, it wouldn't [Bm] shoot, now I'm in danger
Pulled my shit back, had [Abm] three bullets caught up in the
[Ab] And now we're running through the [Bm] building lobby
[Dbm] It was full of children, probably couldn't [B] see
[Ab] The game ain't the same
Little niggas pulling the [Dbm] triggers
Famed for their name, claims of corners
[Abm] Coups without guns and corners
One day like Sticker [B] 10
[Ab] Two-fives and Gage's, matching facts
Same niggas catching back to
Less than your [Dbm] backs are
It's a snitch on [B] the block getting [Ab] niggas back
Hold your stance to the [B] code
[Ab] I know this crackhead, say she got a [E] smoke nice car
If it's [Ab] good, she'll bring your customers
[B] Better rip [Ab] off the jail
You gotta slide in on [B] vacation
[Dbm] Inside information, lost niggas are racing
And a lot of bases
And try [Abm] to speak as it does with my breath
I never sleep
_ [Ab] Beyond the walls of intelligence
[Bm] Lights the [Db] fire, I take a cry
[Ab] Now I'm in the New York State of mind
New York State of mind
New York State of mind
New York State of mind
New York State of mind
New York State of mind
[G] He have a dream, I'm [Gm] a gangster
Tricking [Ebm] my way, tolling tax
Making sure the [G] cash came correct
Then I snap, investment stock
Sowing up the blocks with math
When the, we make [Dbm] a
But just a nigga, walking with his [B] finger on the [Ab] trigger
Making those fingers into my [Bm] pocket skin
[Ab] I ain't the type of brother made for [B] you to start [Dbm] testing
Give me a Smith and Wesson to have [B] niggas undressing
[Dbm] [Ab] Thinking of cash flow
[B] Food, [Ab] shelter, whenever frustrated
We're gonna [B] hijack [Dbm] Delta
And the PJ's, split tape [B] plays, bullets are [Dbm] strays
The [Bm] 50's, this ain't no [Dbm] maze
And the [Ab] black, rastrap
What's [B] the island is [Ab] black, from all I hear
On all the stories, when my [B] people come [Ab] back black
I'm living where the nights is [B] jet black
[Ab] Teens fight to get crack, just maps
[B] Dream I can [Abm] sit back, and lamp like the moon
On illegal luxury life, [E] rings flooded with [Ab] stones
I got so many rhymes, I don't [B] think I'm too
[Abm] Like it's parallel to hell, but I'm a
And they're [Ab] prosperous
Niggas look [B] dangerous
Cops can disarrest us
[Abm] We're held like hostages
[Ab] It's only right, I was [B] born to use [Dbm] mics
The stuff that I [Ab] write, they tougher than dikes
Take the rappers to a new plateau
[B] [Ab] My rhymes is a vitamin, [B] help me out of [Ab] capsule
The smoke criminal on beat bricks
Never put me in your mind
This city never sleeps
Full [Dbm] of villains and creeps
Where [Ab] I learned to do my hustle
[B] [Dbm] I'm an addict for sneakin'
[Abm] 20's a booter, business with people
And the streets [Dbm] like a creature
I'm out blunts, I teach [Ab] ya
And drive steep, as it [B] does in my [Dbm] breath
I never sleep
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to [B] early in time
[Dbm] Nothing's equivalent to the New [E] York State [Dbm] of mind
[Ab] New York State of mind
New York State of mind
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