Chords for Rejjie snow ft king krule - So sick notes

_ This one gets a little darker.
Let me start from the_
Can I have a word?
What you doing?
That's a little remark for everyone.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ Enjoy. _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ [A] Your brother, [F] your big brother, George Orwell was a man like your mother,
not gonna slip or duck, gonna come through.
What do I do when I'm freestyling?
Yeah, so when I'm freestyling on the mics, you're gonna see me through the day and the night.
With the strive, I come through with the tilt shift, gonna tectonically break your neck until you see the_
Bigger picture.
Not to be mean, the bigger picture was decided when I was three.
Remember, my mom was like, go and watch the cartoon, go and watch Looney Tunes.
And yeah.
_ [Am] _ _ _
One, two, one, two.
What you gonna do when the pole come for you?
Straight off the top of my head.
I'm not being [A] brainfed, spoonfed, none of this shit that you might see.
Man, I shouldn't have said this in the city.
Need to get [Am] down, it's the grey clowns always suppressing.
No need to shoot up the brown, it's the green, green eyes and I stay mean.
Don't know what to [Dm] do, it's the everyday demise that [Am] you might see.
This guy, he's not enticed by a new state of time that I might be.
Dice and pre-insections used to do this.
It's the hectic, hectic selection of the new state.
You might do this and then you're just a lightweight.
Meditate, meditate, levitate over the mountain.
Flowing like a fountain, dropping.
I used to never be stopping and now I'm not flopping.
So I better buzz it to the right before I get [C] too damaged.
To the left we got [G] Kumi.
So hey young darling, do me.
Yeah, [F] yeah, yeah.
Yo, okay. _
[Cm] _ _ [G] Yeah.
A box of licorice is brown, [C] if I spit it with this poke it's charismatic.
On the attic where the brains [G] kept sleeping over jazz beats.
A sip of [Ab] Henny with the sun and sing song [Gb] with the stars because I'm [B] gorgeous.
All black smitten like the [Cm] kittens that my grand kept.
Luckier than leprechauns and honest men in [Gm] malice.
When five armed kids without [Ab] skin on their shins and their limbs made us all mad.
Three sneaks on [G] the sins of my crew.
We robbed streets for the gold and everything.
And the world is just a_
[D] Generation [G] raised solely on a screen and some dreams were my daydream.
[F] Dead shadows of my [D] heroes.
[G] 99 point of my [A] heroes were negroes.
UEP Newton Malcolm [Gm] X.
Mark the X on the head of the pigs that gave [G] lives to their friends.
We all [D] bleed red so_
Because he said_
Because he said_ Yeah, [E] yeah.
_ So in quick [D] succession I don't like money [Dm] so hell to the recession.
[D] I seen you without your hair but over there now I'm freestyling on the [A] mic.
Cause I'm near cause I'm [G] so damn lean every time.
You don't know me but I [Dm] don't smoke I smoke the rhymes.
[D] So damn cool got tattoos on my neck.
You wanna see me without the daily prospect.
[Gb] Freestyling on the mic.
Got the mic where I come through here without the prosperity.
You don't know me cause [C] I'm here with the notoriety.
[G] I've got ginger hair up on [Gb] my_
You don't wanna [D] see_
I got the [Am] ginger hair up on my [A] head.
I don't know what to do and I'm not brain fed.
Used to [D] use that little line [Dm] over and over.
[C] I'm luckier than a four leaf clover.
[D] Running more generic [Dm] than your dog called Rover.
[G] I've realised that this guy's mind is confined to a new state [D] of time.
Where he might be chilling, filling up a little zoo.
But I got down a little iller than Mr.
J [A] Diller.
With this little beat my come through free.
I don't know what to do when I chill in the South Beach.
And I get suppressed by the best.
It's kinda depressing that you're off the leash.
And you're less, less than [G] less and less than this guy.
Don't know what to do cause he's braids of the pine pine.
I don't know what to say.
[Am] I'm just making up words today.
I need to spit it, spit it, pass it [G] over.
Need to do this, [F] need to do this.
Mr.
Reggie drop a little [Cm] rhyme.
_ [Fm] _
Drop a little rhyme.
Black and black [Cm] colour crime.
Yes, [Fm] yes, yes.
So, [Eb] so you, you snooze, you [Cm] lose.
It [Fm] goes on the do, oops I mean rag.
Bloody like the virgin that I [C] had.
I got [Fm] a CD with the sticks and the stones.
With a [Eb] Gucci bag and I'm like watch the [C] throne.
I know I'm not over, I can't be best.
[F] I am the best with the flow [Eb] finesse.
Gonna pass the mic to Jesse.
We're gonna, oh wow.
[Db] Big up to everybody.
Big up to Dublin City.
Yeah, big up to Lexington.
Girls ain't pretty.
[Ebm] Even in the room, I don't know what to do.
My brain just consumes, I spit.
I'm stuck in a little gloom.
I don't know what to do.
Now my brain starts to doom.
Ba-doom, ba-doom.
This ka-boom might be a comic strip.
I don't know what to do so I tip.
Every single weekend, got the pop.
I might as well got the [Eb] pip.
And now [Ab] I tip top and no stop.
I need to hit it with this rap flow.
With this rap [Eb] flow I don't know where to go.
Where's Mr.
Raggo?
Need to spit on the mic, grip him one time.
Need to spit with this rap flow slime.
I need to make words.
[D] You don't know what you heard.
Got the herb, [Eb] I be smoking around.
No, not me, not in this town.
Chilling with the green, keep it clean.
I don't know what to say and I don't know what I seen.
[Ebm] Every single day, I spit with this mad date.
I don't know how to do so I just wait in the wind.
These sins got to me a long time ago so I might as well go.
Beat it and every little kitten slip.
And every little kitten I see.
It is not King Uzi or the Buzi.
I be getting out your guilt. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] Chief Keef. _
_ _ _ Chief Keef.
Yo, check it.
Yo, [C] check, [Bbm] check.
Tippity tip, getting drunk on your own spit.
I'll eat a wrapper with a side order of fresh fish.
Wash them down with a beer.
I spit raps [F] for straights and [Bbm] queers.
And like a white, the crap went yeah. Yeah.
Cause King Snow is the leader.
The freedom fighter on smoking off the reefer.
Getting some sookie sookie while I'm playing FIFA.
Wait, stop.
Check, check.
About to pass the mic.
Oh big, let's drop some.
[F] Yo.
_ [Bbm] _ Let me spit it, not spiritual indigenous.
The naughtiest spitter without originals.
The flow is so original, the stuff's a effing miracle.
Get them high kid, but the flow is too immaculate.
I'm still running, but the pips ain't catching shit.
Slut sipping and dipping, you see the salad dip.
Talking with the slang of the villain until I'm coughing piss.
Coughing piss if I'm [F] watching the bottom of his [Bbm] dish.
Two gold chains to play band raps, dude.
Six gold teeth and some stick and pine tattoos, yeah.
It's what the birds see, the villains do.
These dudes play happy until I smack them with the pen.
Still the ultimate decision was to do me in to several rebels.
And dissect the intellect, money make level.
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