Devil Music Chords by The Pharcyde
Tempo:
95.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
Cm
Ab
Fm
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] Check it out.
Yeah.
Check it out.
Check it out.
Check it out.
Check it [G] [Gb] [G] out.
[Cm] [G] Yeah.
[Fm] [G]
[Ab] [G] The
[Cm] way that mamma [Bm] raised us was pure faith, so Diablo wouldn't fade.
He's a soldier.
[Cm] He's a soldier.
So lay us down to [G] sleep.
Know the root from the seed for the sheep of God.
And through the Delhi [Cm] hoof while the wolf waltzes [G] through I keep my mind a ghost
But all my heart's for most don't play fools too [Cm] closely with my eyes and [G] post
So Diablo won't be hosting the [Gb] game of life [G] The knife sits by the [Fm] throat of the young
And [G] blows death straight through the lungs As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we still overcome cause we ain't done But we ain't smart they got the girls by the [Cm] heart
And the niggas by the [G] nuts, head, tongue, and butt Yeah they tryna fuck us up but shit you know what's up
[Ab] We gotta get with the [G] movements and movements soon They consume every womb who bears beneath the [Fm] stairs
And they doom [G] before they let a new soul bloom Best believe they're gonna shove em in the future
[Fm] Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Fm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
[Cm] Early
[G]
[Ab] Saturday [G] morning I was cartoon gazing Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of [Ab] raisin bread
As I [G] ran up and down the TV station I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his [Fm] station
By a silly hillbilly [B] who laughed as the shit [Em] happened
Everything does end and can't continue into laughing
Descriptions at an all time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the [Cm] pie
But you know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
You know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
I went home, home, [B] black broke beyond the shadow of a doubt
[G] That's how I know been waiting for my shit to [C] come on out
Speaking [G] about the time, before I got signed I was coolin' behind Coolio in the [Cm] county line
My big [Bm] brother used to say I was a asshole Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the [Cm] hassle
Of high school [Bm] waifu, with foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the capital taxes, never get the trade in, [Fm] try grinds
Hooked [Bm] up with J.
Swift, got one two for two Me and my nigga L.A..J. back [Cm] at S.E.U. I grab [G] the mic one time, pick it one two again Freaking major flavors for my fellow [Fm] newbians Taking [G] shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fucking [Cm] devil Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [Bm] step to the microphone I put my soul on two [Em] thrills that [Ab] I don't even own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own [G] I wanna give a shout out to my man, Self Cupida, you know what I'm [Fm] saying? [G] Locked up and shit, yeah, so what's [Cm] up? Yo, yo, yo, this is [G] Imani, you know what I'm saying? It's 1995 and everything is alright [Cm] I'ma say peace to [G] my man Kehlani and let him write the beat [Ab] [G]
[Cm] [G]
[Ab] [G]
[Fm] [Em] [G]
Yeah.
Check it out.
Check it out.
Check it out.
Check it [G] [Gb] [G] out.
[Cm] [G] Yeah.
[Fm] [G]
[Ab] [G] The
[Cm] way that mamma [Bm] raised us was pure faith, so Diablo wouldn't fade.
He's a soldier.
[Cm] He's a soldier.
So lay us down to [G] sleep.
Know the root from the seed for the sheep of God.
And through the Delhi [Cm] hoof while the wolf waltzes [G] through I keep my mind a ghost
But all my heart's for most don't play fools too [Cm] closely with my eyes and [G] post
So Diablo won't be hosting the [Gb] game of life [G] The knife sits by the [Fm] throat of the young
And [G] blows death straight through the lungs As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we still overcome cause we ain't done But we ain't smart they got the girls by the [Cm] heart
And the niggas by the [G] nuts, head, tongue, and butt Yeah they tryna fuck us up but shit you know what's up
[Ab] We gotta get with the [G] movements and movements soon They consume every womb who bears beneath the [Fm] stairs
And they doom [G] before they let a new soul bloom Best believe they're gonna shove em in the future
[Fm] Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Fm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
[Cm] Early
[G]
[Ab] Saturday [G] morning I was cartoon gazing Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of [Ab] raisin bread
As I [G] ran up and down the TV station I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his [Fm] station
By a silly hillbilly [B] who laughed as the shit [Em] happened
Everything does end and can't continue into laughing
Descriptions at an all time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the [Cm] pie
But you know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
You know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
I went home, home, [B] black broke beyond the shadow of a doubt
[G] That's how I know been waiting for my shit to [C] come on out
Speaking [G] about the time, before I got signed I was coolin' behind Coolio in the [Cm] county line
My big [Bm] brother used to say I was a asshole Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the [Cm] hassle
Of high school [Bm] waifu, with foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the capital taxes, never get the trade in, [Fm] try grinds
Hooked [Bm] up with J.
Swift, got one two for two Me and my nigga L.A..J. back [Cm] at S.E.U. I grab [G] the mic one time, pick it one two again Freaking major flavors for my fellow [Fm] newbians Taking [G] shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fucking [Cm] devil Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [Bm] step to the microphone I put my soul on two [Em] thrills that [Ab] I don't even own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own [G] I wanna give a shout out to my man, Self Cupida, you know what I'm [Fm] saying? [G] Locked up and shit, yeah, so what's [Cm] up? Yo, yo, yo, this is [G] Imani, you know what I'm saying? It's 1995 and everything is alright [Cm] I'ma say peace to [G] my man Kehlani and let him write the beat [Ab] [G]
[Cm] [G]
[Ab] [G]
[Fm] [Em] [G]
Key:
G
Cm
Ab
Fm
Bm
G
Cm
Ab
[Ab] _ _ Check it out.
Yeah.
Check it out.
Check it out.
_ _ _ Check it out.
Check it _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Gb] [G] out. _
[Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ Yeah. _ _
[Fm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [G] _ The _ _ _
[Cm] way that mamma [Bm] raised us was pure faith, so Diablo wouldn't fade.
He's a soldier.
[Cm] He's a soldier.
So lay us down to [G] sleep.
Know the root from the seed for the sheep of God.
And through the Delhi [Cm] hoof while the wolf waltzes [G] through I keep my mind a ghost
But all my heart's for most don't play fools too [Cm] closely with my eyes and [G] post
So Diablo won't be hosting the [Gb] game of life [G] The knife sits by the [Fm] throat of the young
And [G] blows death straight through the lungs As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we still overcome cause we ain't done But we ain't smart they got the girls by the [Cm] heart
And the niggas by the [G] nuts, head, tongue, and butt Yeah they tryna fuck us up but shit you know what's up
[Ab] We gotta get with the [G] movements and movements soon They consume every womb who bears beneath the [Fm] stairs
And they doom [G] before they let a new soul bloom Best believe they're gonna shove em in the future
[Fm] Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Fm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
[Cm] _ _ _ Early _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Ab] Saturday [G] morning I was cartoon gazing Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of [Ab] raisin bread
As I [G] ran up and down the TV station I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his [Fm] station
By a silly hillbilly [B] who laughed as the shit [Em] happened
Everything does end and can't continue into laughing
Descriptions at an all time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the [Cm] pie
But you know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
You know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
I went home, home, [B] black broke beyond the shadow of a doubt
[G] That's how I know been waiting for my shit to [C] come on out
Speaking [G] about the time, before I got signed I was coolin' behind Coolio in the [Cm] county line
My big [Bm] brother used to say I was a asshole Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the [Cm] hassle
Of high school [Bm] waifu, with foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the capital taxes, never get the trade in, [Fm] try grinds
Hooked [Bm] up with J.
Swift, got one two for two Me and my nigga L.A..J. back [Cm] at S.E.U. I grab [G] the mic one time, pick it one two again Freaking major flavors for my fellow [Fm] newbians Taking [G] shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fucking [Cm] devil Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [Bm] step to the microphone I put my soul on two [Em] thrills that [Ab] I don't even own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own [G] I wanna give a shout out to my man, Self Cupida, you know what I'm [Fm] saying? [G] Locked up and shit, yeah, so what's [Cm] up? Yo, yo, yo, this is [G] Imani, you know what I'm saying? It's 1995 and everything is alright [Cm] I'ma say peace to [G] my man Kehlani and let him write the beat _ _ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
Yeah.
Check it out.
Check it out.
_ _ _ Check it out.
Check it _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Gb] [G] out. _
[Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ Yeah. _ _
[Fm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [G] _ The _ _ _
[Cm] way that mamma [Bm] raised us was pure faith, so Diablo wouldn't fade.
He's a soldier.
[Cm] He's a soldier.
So lay us down to [G] sleep.
Know the root from the seed for the sheep of God.
And through the Delhi [Cm] hoof while the wolf waltzes [G] through I keep my mind a ghost
But all my heart's for most don't play fools too [Cm] closely with my eyes and [G] post
So Diablo won't be hosting the [Gb] game of life [G] The knife sits by the [Fm] throat of the young
And [G] blows death straight through the lungs As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we still overcome cause we ain't done But we ain't smart they got the girls by the [Cm] heart
And the niggas by the [G] nuts, head, tongue, and butt Yeah they tryna fuck us up but shit you know what's up
[Ab] We gotta get with the [G] movements and movements soon They consume every womb who bears beneath the [Fm] stairs
And they doom [G] before they let a new soul bloom Best believe they're gonna shove em in the future
[Fm] Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Fm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
[Cm] _ _ _ Early _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Ab] Saturday [G] morning I was cartoon gazing Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of [Ab] raisin bread
As I [G] ran up and down the TV station I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his [Fm] station
By a silly hillbilly [B] who laughed as the shit [Em] happened
Everything does end and can't continue into laughing
Descriptions at an all time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the [Cm] pie
But you know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
You know I keep on [G] rapping until the breakthrough
Don't even know it's there's my soul that I do not even [Cm] own
Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own
Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [C] own
I went home, home, [B] black broke beyond the shadow of a doubt
[G] That's how I know been waiting for my shit to [C] come on out
Speaking [G] about the time, before I got signed I was coolin' behind Coolio in the [Cm] county line
My big [Bm] brother used to say I was a asshole Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the [Cm] hassle
Of high school [Bm] waifu, with foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the capital taxes, never get the trade in, [Fm] try grinds
Hooked [Bm] up with J.
Swift, got one two for two Me and my nigga L.A..J. back [Cm] at S.E.U. I grab [G] the mic one time, pick it one two again Freaking major flavors for my fellow [Fm] newbians Taking [G] shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fucking [Cm] devil Cause every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [Bm] step to the microphone I put my soul on two [Em] thrills that [Ab] I don't even own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Cm] own Every time I [G] step to the microphone I put my soul on two thrills that I don't even [Ab] own [G] I wanna give a shout out to my man, Self Cupida, you know what I'm [Fm] saying? [G] Locked up and shit, yeah, so what's [Cm] up? Yo, yo, yo, this is [G] Imani, you know what I'm saying? It's 1995 and everything is alright [Cm] I'ma say peace to [G] my man Kehlani and let him write the beat _ _ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _