Chords for The Devil Went Down to Hip Hop (feat. Vin Jay & No Life Shaq)

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The devil went down to hip-hop and he was looking for another soul to snatch and even
though his back was overflowed with rappers from the past you know we want him ho in a
stack.
You see the devil was greedy and he needed more people to heed to his name and
start leaving the steeples cause he is so evil and very deceitful he feeds on the minds
of the ones who are feeble.
So he made his way through the rap game, looking for an end
that doesn't have fame.
Then he rode across an independent man writing rhymes at a bar
with a pen in his hand and he defies the clans for his eternal soul.
He go bar for bar and
he go toe to toe.
So he walked up to the one that they call Crip and put a gold microphone
to his lips and he said I bet you might have guessed it but I am quite the spit of myself.
I spend a lot of [Bm] time writing rhymes and let's say in hell there's a lot of help.
[C#] I got half
the rap game sold in exchange for some fame and wealth [C] and I'll offer you the same thing
boy and that's the deal that I've dealt.
And Crip said you know better [C] you can keep [Em] everything
that you just mentioned but when I win this battle leave that microphone in my feet and
begin your dissension.
I'm not like the rest of these b*****s that you promised fame and
jewels.
You've done lost to a god once now it's time to make it over to.
[E]
Round one you better
come with the best punchlines that you got.
Second round you gotta put it down we gonna bring the
flows and just chop.
Round three you better bring the speed if you choose to go for that gold
cause if you lose the devil will get your soul. _
The devil tapped on his microphone and said I'll
start the show and fire flew from his putrid lips as his words began to flow.
[E] He said don't you worry
son I'll be sure to make this one quick.
[Em] Then the instrumental played and the devil spit something
that went like this.
I got to burn him no Hiroshima y'all don't want that smoke call that emphysema.
So you really want a battle tell me what the point is when your ass leave work, work, unemployment.
Hands [Bm] going up like I'm knocking them out you don't get [A#m] the picture like private [Em] accounts.
Really no biggie to rock in the crowd I said it's no biggie like cocking around.
You were cold because [D#] my flow was polar spitting so cold the hell itself then froze [Em] over like an
unclogged toaster you ain't got no heat.
The last time you battled a god you spent eternity up in
that hell hole [F] no bars like a cell phone that was owned by a bro code.
Who [Em] can't pay those fees now
you're battling me the matter of seed with those initials standing for a musical beat.
Spit that flow
but loose up a little bit I've been that dope and you've been never getting no conversation I'm an
abomination.
Little wake up call you were not the greatest.
This asshole doesn't care what you say
when I bust you'll be dust when I wrap that flame.
Buried tail and I rip it off like a wheat nail.
Impale you in the ass now the devil's in the detail.
Nice try but they can't compete you gotta pick it
up a little bit the man's a bitch.
What you plan to beat the man coming with the rapid heat.
I bet it's
If you think you winning this battle [G] the answer is nada.
I'm not supposed to be afraid of [Em] someone
who only wears Prada.
Your honor his father should have bared a condom to stop him but now I'm on him
slicing through this beat like I'm a guitar.
Kicking me in the gillet pursuing a mission.
The body the
breathing put you in submission.
Get split like fish and ain't no homie hotter.
Cut my flow as divine
like some holy water.
Gotta be the best you don't got the patience.
You will never be the topic of a
conversation.
What I spit is acidic to any foundation.
Making all hell break loose with my loud bass studs.
You will never win I got the weakest talent.
Just standing back while I'm weak and having.
Better
ready the hearse when I deliver the verse.
I put the fear of God in you when I send you to church.
Got the power y'all can't control.
I'm a devil of rap.
I'm a beast that's a soul.
I'm a give you a riddle
and you can beat you get slow.
You done lost a fiddle time for that microphone.
Come together at a
faster pace.
When no enemy no competitor will crack the case.
I bash your face.
Kabbalah when the
path of flames.
I bet you better get ready to feel the wrath of pain.
And I'm looking like a bit of a
joke.
And looking like another rapper that I'm gonna promote.
But I can't be stopped when I give
them a dose.
You really want to beat the devil in a different approach.
Everybody want to [E] compete
from gold fail.
I'm a demon in [Em] the shadow of the streets I dwell.
Come again I better look it on
the beat.
I'm a dealer in the D.E.V [C#].I.L. Get a polarized step back and a bloated mind.
I got a rhythm and a flow
[C] defined but no surprise.
I'm winning better close your eyes and now the battle's won.
Bitch [E] your soul is not.
Listen up devil.
[D] You don't want to battle me with speed.
I practically invaded the gates and I can't
[Em] be beat.
So grab a seat where the rappers eat.
You're not imagining what is happening.
I'm actually
battling half-assed and I'm everything you whack ass on the track.
And if you try to rap this fast
you'll have an attack from the lack of breath that you have.
And I'm going savage mode.
And yes I know
rapping fast won't give me the gold.
I hold the phone listen close.
I deliver the punchlines a
couple times when I rhyme fast or slow.
I ain't fomenting the gold but you just fold with the beat and stay
surface level.
But I dug so deep that I found a new [C#] jazz.
So when she came to a vote about who roasted the
most and who was the more talented musician.
[C]
The answer is me because I'm a f*****g G who OD'd on the
talent that [Em] was God given.
The devil dropped his chin because he knew that he had been beat again.
He rapped as fast as he could but sacrificed substance and did not win.
Crip snapped the microphone
from his hands and said I'll be taking that and turn it to scrap.
Because now you know that gold
doesn't help any motherf*****g rapping.
And that's where _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ this came [C] from.
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[Cm] _ That's tough.
[C] Yeah Shaq it is tough.
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