The Real Reality Chords by Necro

Pro board's a bunch of stupid bureaucrats, man, who are laying [D] up on the dollar bill.
Take the poison [A] and _ [B] die in that cell, or [D] say you're a fool [F#m] and we'll let you go.
[Am] So the pro board wants me to go [C] in and kowtow to [D] their reality and say that their [C#m] reality
[A] is the real [B] reality and my reality is [D] really the stupid dumb [F#m] reality.
Cut through your flesh with [A] sharp knives, blast you to [F#m] death, laugh in your face, I'm
as trife as it gets [D] when I said it, leave you to pass like [F#m] archives.
Forget it, you [A] better walk, that's that, when the forever sparks [B] click, clack, get back,
all pieces [D] of your grill will be shot off, did I [F#m] keep it ill?
Death rap mastery [A] in the crib, bumpin' [F#m] battery, thumpin' with anyone that has it [D] in for me.
Dump a clip of dum-dums in the dummy, [F#m] then dump him [A] in a dumpster, I talk so much crazy
[B] shit, there's a chance you just might not believe [D] me until I punch you in your fuckin' [F#m] face head.
Face it, I'ma have to [A] demonstrate shit, some demented hate [B] shit, then some young impressionable
[D] kid'll watch me and emulate it.
The cycle of [A] psychos never ends, malevolence [B] continues through venues, ever since I [D] got
banned from knitting factory and [F#m] wetlands.
Hustle like a sicko, cause I got money comin' to me, there's [B] enough of it out [D] there for
necro to snatch [F#m] 50 mil.
I won't stop till I have [B] it, cause I'm ambitious, [D] I'm maliciously vicious, enough to kill.
[A] Anyone in my way, [F#m] better move, we came from [D] nothing and now our [F#m] foundation is strong.
[A] I will rap my own shit, [B] fuck what you do, you can't do what [D] I do, cause I'm original, [F#m] so it's wrong.
[Am] Jabbing you, I'll stab you up, pick [D#] one, grab you up, pick some [D] snuff, the fuck up, you
a fuckin' [F#m] victim.
Necro, be the [A] representative of Brooklyn, New York, that's [B] where I live, Gatsby, a rare
blob [D] and you blindly find me back [F#m] in the crib.
Chilling, illing with a bitch that's willing and able to strip, on a [B] table for a villain
with a goal of [D] making a million before 30 is old.
I keep shit real [A] when I step, if my reputation's at stake, [B] no hesitation.
[D] When I break faces, whipping out razors, [F#m] flipping out.
Logical psycho, necro, astronomical, [A] sicko, the last of a dying breed, I'm the [G] master
of sick bastards, [F#m] I'm indeed.
Won't diss [A] loud till your eardrums burst, my verse [B] comforts you like a tector and beef
[D] when ten cats snap and it get [F#m] murk.
Hustle like a [A] sicko, cause I got money [B] coming to me, there's enough of it [D] out there for
necro to snatch [F#m] 50 mil.
[A] I won't stop till I [B] have it, cause I'm ambitious, [D] I'm maliciously vicious, enough to kill.
[F#m] _ [A] Anyone in my way, [D#] better move, we came from [D] nothing and now our foundation is [F#m] strong.
[A] I will rap my own shit, [B] fuck what you do, you can't do [D] what I do, cause I'm original,
so [F#] it's on.
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