Chords for The Fugees - How Many Mics

[C] _ _ Pick [C#] up your microphones.
Ha ha.
[C] _ Pick [F] up your microphones.
Yo, [D] how many mics [E] do we rip [C#] on the deli?
[D] Send me say many money.
[C#] Send me say many, many, [Bm] many.
How many [C#] mics do we rip on the deli?
Many money.
Send me say many, many, many.
[Bm] I get mad frustrated [C#] when I rhyme.
Thinking [Bm] of all them kids that try to [A#m] do this for all the wrong [D#m] reasons.
[Dm] Seasons [A#m] change, mad things be [G#m] arranged, but it all stays the [F#] same.
Like the love doctor, strange, out tamed like the rapper.
Get red like the [D] snapper when they do that.
Got [C#] your whole [D] block saying you true that.
If only they knew that.
[A#m] It was you who was [Bm] irregular.
Sold your soul to some [C#] secular muse actor.
[Bm] Why'd you use that?
Loop [C#] over and over.
[D] Claiming that you got a new style.
[G] Your attempts to use [D] how.
Ooh, child.
You [F#] do right.
Raywaves and [Bm] sterile.
You can't [C#] create.
You just wait to take [Bm] my tape.
Laced with [A#m] malice.
Hands get callous.
[D] From gripping microphones from here [F#] to Dallas.
Go ask [G#] Alice if you don't believe me.
[C#] I get inner visions like [G#] Phoebe.
See me ascend from [C#] the chalice like the Weeby.
[G#] Indeed, we like Khalil [C#] Buhamad.
MC's make it [D] bomb.
And I get controversial.
[C#] Freaky style with no [D] rehearsal.
Ooh, kind of [C#] prayer, old friend.
[D] Don't you even go there.
Me [G] without a mic is like a bee [A#] without a snare.
I [A#m] dare to tear into your [Bm] ego.
We go way [F#] back like some ganja and [D] Palequo.
Or Calico [F#] vision.
My mic's making [G] scissors into your anatomy.
[A#m] And I back this whip through the [Bm] rhyme in me.
Or Liberty Kiss.
[C#] God made this work.
You can't get with this.
Sweet like licorice.
Dangerous like [D] syphilis.
Yeah.
How many [C#] mics do we rip on the [Bm] daily?
Me need money.
[F#] Say me say many, many, [Bm] many.
How many [F#] mics do I rip on the daily?
Me need money.
Say me say many, many, [Bm] many.
How many [F#] mics do you rip on the daily?
Me need money.
[C#] Say me say many, many, [D] many.
[C#] How many mics do we rip on the [F#] daily?
Me need money.
Say me say many, many, many.
I used to be underrated.
Now I take iron.
Makes my shit constipated.
I'm more [D] concentrated.
So on my day [A#m] off with David Sonnenberg, I [D] play golf.
[B] Run through Crown Heights screaming [D] out, monster top.
Problem with no [A] man before [G] black.
I'm first human.
Appetite to write [A#m] like Frederick Douglass with a [Dm] slave hand.
Street pressure.
[C#] Word to papa, I ain't going [Bm] under.
One day I have a [C#] label.
They make deals with Tommy [D] Mottola.
Mama always [C#] told me, you're one in a [B] million.
Always watch your [C#] back.
Never tangle with Haitian [Bm] Sicilians.
Now I got a [C#] record deal.
How does it [Fm] feel?
I'm never going to [A#m] survive unless I get crazy [Bm] like Sip.
Because the [C#] whole world's got an order.
So at night, the fiends dance on grease with John [G#] Travolta.
One got [C#] slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth.
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my [D] henny stout.
Brother, [C#] brother, can't you get this through your [D] head?
This is set up by the [C#] feds.
They scoping us with their [D] infrared.
How many [C#] mics do you rip on the [D] deli?
Many money.
[F#] They say many, many, [D] many.
[Bm] How many [C#] mics do I rip on the deli?
Many money.
[A#] They say many, many, [D] many.
How many [C#] mics do we rip on the [F#] deli?
Many money.
They say many, many, many.
Too many emcees, not enough mics.
Exit your show like I exit the [Bm] turnpike.
[C#] Dice and dynamite like Dole or [F#] Mike.
Double dudes feel like I don't dig Van [Bm] Dyke.
Starlight to [C#] star bright, the freaks come out [Bm] at night.
Like my man, White Clap.
[B] I wear my [C#]
[D#m] sunglasses at [D] night.
And my [A#m] ponies will march your [Bm] entourage.
Squash your [A#m] squad and hide their bodies under [G#] my garage.
And when the [F#] cops come looking, I be booking [Dm] to Brooklyn.
[F#] Beat the truck, broken, flipping, [D] smoking, still on [Bm] vogue.
A clean gathering like Alec Baldwin.
Driving in my fast car, playing Tracy Taffer.
How many mics do we [C#] rip on the deli?
They say many money.
They say many, many, [D] many.
[G#] How many [G] mics do you rip on the deli?
Many money.
They say many, many, [D] many.
How many mics do we [F#] rip on the deli?
Many money.
[C#] They say many, many, [D] many.
How many [C#] mics do I rip on the deli?
[Dm] Many money.
[F#] They many, many, many, many money.
Many, many, many, many [A#] money.
Hold up, hold up.
You [Gm] ready or not, kid?
They gonna move on us and we gotta get prepared.
We gotta get the forces together, man.
We gotta get our family together.
Ready or not, man.
Ready or not, they gonna move