Chords for The Fugees - How Many Mics Remix

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_ _ [Db] I ain't trying to sound egotistical or nothing, you know what I mean?
_ _ I try to stay humble as possible.
_ _ But when I tell you that my mic sounds nice, you better believe it.
_ [Bm] Check it.
The way it's pissed, [Bbm] I'm Chris on the [Ab]
microphone.
I hate to sound [Db] precise, like it's all a [Bm] phone.
If you feeling this, you [Db] can ride along.
Haters [B] ain't smiling long.
Now you do me [Bbm] numbers, you must be [Bm] dialing wrong.
Yeah.
Feel [Bbm] my pain, you can lick my wounds.
[Bm] Would you die for [Bbm] your honor?
Then pick a tomb.
[Bm] Are you quick to [Bbm] overland on your premises [Bm] like a missile do?
I feel [Bbm] like water, tropical [Bm] crystal blue.
Expertise or [Gb] academy?
Haters bump the salary.
[Bm] Wild [N] rats are looking like new Roussel batteries.
They tell a mob class like science class in high school.
That shit don't fly with [Db] me like flights do.
Friends [Bm] who try to listen to my [Bbm] tunes.
Some bumped [Bm] it, others dissing I ain't [Gb] cool.
Stuck my middle [Bm] fingers higher than their GPA.
[Db] Told them I was a high schooler. _
[Bm] _ _ _ They [Bbm] laughed at my heart, I [B] can see the hate.
Then I told them I [Db] see mothers more than [Bm] PTAs.
If you're weighing [Bbm] down, cuz, bro, keep your mouth [Bm] shut.
You ain't proud [Bbm] none, dog.
Now face the [Bm] outcome, [B] what?
_ [Bbm] Yeah. _ _
[Bm] My mic sounds nice [Bbm] precise, I get it right.
[Bm] If you feeling this, then [Bbm] put up your hands now.
[Bm] My mic sounds [Gb] nice precise, I get it right.
[Bm] If you feeling this, then [Db] put up your hands [Bm] now.
But Mike sounds nice, [Db] precise, I get it right [Bm] If you feelin' this, then [Bbm] put up your hands, nah
[Bm] But Mike sounds nice, [Gb] precise, I get it right [Bm] If you feelin' this, then [Bbm] put up your hands, [Bm] nah
I'm somethin' fresh, somethin' [Bbm] newer, hotter than the skewers from the future
[D] God Class, no Ferris Bueller, I'm one of the fewer
Lookin' for a [Db] Beyoncé in the sheets
Hot [G] in [Dm] the kitchen like Martha [Bbm] Stewart
This shit is under [Bm] me like sewers
Grobi [Db] bakin' on ponies
[B] She like my tats and cozy
[Bbm] Sleepin' in my old T [Bm]-shirt, lonely
But she [Bb] a gold [Gb] digger like Canada and [B] Sochi
Thick like [Bbm] Monique, kiss the mom's old [Bm] cheeks
Like Italians, [Db] body like a stallion
[B] Shinin' like medallions
[Bbm] We are nothing more than companions
I had her knees on my rug like Aladdin
After five drinks, she was callin' me Captain
After ten drinks, she didn't even use a [Bm] napkin
These exes get [Bbm] canceled, cheaters get [Bm] dismantled
I diamond in the rough, [Bbm] I'm a substantial [Bm] example
Boys got their pants low [Bbm] against the line
Pulse, I get you [Bm] strangled
Get your parts [Bbm] tangled down chain like Django
[Bm] The hair you wanna do like [Bbm] mangoes, hair [Bm] tangled
My mic sounds nice, [Bbm] precise I get it right
[G] If you feelin' this, then [Bbm] put up your hands now
[Bm] My mic sounds nice, [Bbm] precise I get it right
[Bm] If you feelin' this, then [Bbm] put up your hands now
[Bm] My mic sounds nice, [Db] precise I get it right
[D] If you feelin' this, then [Gb] put up your hands now
[Bm] My mic sounds nice, [Bbm] precise I get it [Bm] right
If you feelin' this, then [Db] put up your hands now
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