Chords for Run The Jewels - Talk To Me | From The RTJ3 Album
Tempo:
88.6 bpm
Chords used:
F#
D
E
F#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [D]
[D#m] [D] [E] [D]
[E] [F#]
[D] [F#] We return from the depths of the badlands With a [D] gun and a knife and [F#] a waist bag
tan
plane hijacked [Bm] Government being lacked by the [F#m] Ku Krat
rules I'm doing me
I gave him what he asked for God damn it it's a motherfucking miracle
[D#m] [D] [E] [D]
[E] [F#]
[D] [F#] We return from the depths of the badlands With a [D] gun and a knife and [F#] a waist bag
tan
plane hijacked [Bm] Government being lacked by the [F#m] Ku Krat
rules I'm doing me
I gave him what he asked for God damn it it's a motherfucking miracle
100% ➙ 89BPM
F#
D
E
F#m
G#
F#
D
E
_ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[D#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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_ _ _ [D] _ [F#] We return from the depths of the badlands With a [D] gun and a knife and [F#] a waist bag
Went to war with the devil and Shaytan He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now hoping that I land On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijacked [Bm] Government being lacked by the [F#m] Ku Krat
I'm losing the world to conspiracy Obey no rules I'm doing me
Smokers transported to the airport [F#] Customs got a joint and my passport
Full cash and I gave him what he asked for God damn it it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe made it back into America Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animals hit Bulgaria Rap Paris Air Rides paired up
Brought gas in the [F#m] mattress to flare it up
I'm a tip Mike oh Mike [F#] go psycho On any ally or rival
For a black kid scared on arrival My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these dog lines matter as white foe
This is spiritual welfare that you have been dealing with
This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood
But this is a fight against principalities And evil doers and unclean spirits
R.T.J. 3 Motherfuckers
Rayman didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud So why can I style on you?
[F#m] I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth And back then I'd wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
In the shape and sound of these hooks Tap your phone and I have a file on [F#] you
Huh, what me worry not?
Buddy [Bm] I've lost before [F#] so what?
You don't care I'm Derm motherfucker I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop those syndicated
The dick got a mission to solve I'm off moral [F#m] defense never take the cake
I'm a [F#] super cap with diamonds out of the dust No bottle to touch I got firm clutch
Got a grip on the bus I might go ride the tank Nigga ride in the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin Rush the full bus Don't black week shit then it's your tank judge
Fuck real good cause it's smart stuff We a good crew to fuck with better than love
I [E] told y'all so I told y'all so I told your RTJs [G#] boy
Did I [F#] told you get on RTJ booth?
And you still [G#] ain't believe me So here we go RTJ [G#] booth
_ [F#] Talk to me
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ I'm telling you [D#] RTJs
I'm [A] telling _ _
[D#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ [F#] We return from the depths of the badlands With a [D] gun and a knife and [F#] a waist bag
Went to war with the devil and Shaytan He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now hoping that I land On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijacked [Bm] Government being lacked by the [F#m] Ku Krat
I'm losing the world to conspiracy Obey no rules I'm doing me
Smokers transported to the airport [F#] Customs got a joint and my passport
Full cash and I gave him what he asked for God damn it it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe made it back into America Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animals hit Bulgaria Rap Paris Air Rides paired up
Brought gas in the [F#m] mattress to flare it up
I'm a tip Mike oh Mike [F#] go psycho On any ally or rival
For a black kid scared on arrival My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these dog lines matter as white foe
This is spiritual welfare that you have been dealing with
This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood
But this is a fight against principalities And evil doers and unclean spirits
R.T.J. 3 Motherfuckers
Rayman didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud So why can I style on you?
[F#m] I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth And back then I'd wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
In the shape and sound of these hooks Tap your phone and I have a file on [F#] you
Huh, what me worry not?
Buddy [Bm] I've lost before [F#] so what?
You don't care I'm Derm motherfucker I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop those syndicated
The dick got a mission to solve I'm off moral [F#m] defense never take the cake
I'm a [F#] super cap with diamonds out of the dust No bottle to touch I got firm clutch
Got a grip on the bus I might go ride the tank Nigga ride in the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin Rush the full bus Don't black week shit then it's your tank judge
Fuck real good cause it's smart stuff We a good crew to fuck with better than love
I [E] told y'all so I told y'all so I told your RTJs [G#] boy
Did I [F#] told you get on RTJ booth?
And you still [G#] ain't believe me So here we go RTJ [G#] booth
_ [F#] Talk to me
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ I'm telling you [D#] RTJs
I'm [A] telling _ _