Chords for Thievery Corporation - Letter to the Editor [Official Music Video]
Tempo:
98.7 bpm
Chords used:
Am
Em
G
C
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
the promises, be a bit empty bellies, poverty and democracy and political [Em] rallies, but who
the rich allow the f*** using me for votes, pretending me a star if I'm them winning [A] it's
a joke, I'm sick of trick or treaters, in classroom disguised as leaders, charismatic
copy speakers, cost profit and [N] fake dealers, I keep my perfect grammar, slamming as you
vote, in front of TV [A] camera, with an innocent approach, more lies than Charlie's keys,
bun apologies, tryna ask please, then I squeeze on your pioneer [Em] knees, just before else is
the minutes of Farrakhan, so I'ma stand up a [Am] garden hose with my clock up in my hand,
if I take you literally f*** it, geez I'm kinda sorry, but somebody need to answer what
them really do [D#] to produce, give me the microphone and let me rep the innocent, paying recompense
[Am] and money spent to feed the government, give me the microphone, get the people riled up,
much f***er piled up, get the kingdom isled up, [Em] parallel universes in the same old hemisphere,
authorities they don't care with them nose up in [Am] the air,
[G]
[Am] [Em]
[G] [Am]
[C]
[Am] make the centrum get the pages, permeate them residences, extend up to the trenches,
up to where the president [Em] is, harm upon the ones and to whose guests burn the tables,
hard enough for you with your power built on [A] table, Jamaican bad girl,
queen and revolutionary, never quickly start a war, but shoot [Em] whenever necessary,
product of the industry, think where me come from, make a pretty, survive the nitty gritty,
ain't [Am] nobody taking pity, survive a kinda tricky, in New York,
Ali and Finley are the same thing, I go and don't a thing, so just plug it.
[Em] [Am]
[G]
[Am] Don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause we gon [G] bite ya, yeah, yeah, if you want me to put up your life, yeah, yeah, yeah,
peace of the peace at the [Am] last gate, on the last page of the book at the dark age,
clear [G] path wise with the pressure, see predecessor, [C#] wake up and listen,
[Am] then we dream of the future, cause we'll meet, we will meet on the battleground,
give me microphone for Russia, see and the papa sound,
[Em] we ready when the gavel sound, gonna polygone, cause,
just a [C] roundup, so we never [Am] nervous, was a mental war, now this shit turn physical,
from long time scars, we a reap, the result, from slavery to now, how the thing get,
we call them kinky, we still work, cause them psychs, they we spiritual,
psychs, they we spiritual, so they be like, hey,
prodipal and the psychs, we subliminal, get them mad, then chastise them as criminal,
give good drugs and the guys say, it's clinical, bomb them,
don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause [C] I'm a fighter, [G] yeah, if you want me, put up your light, yeah,
cause [Am] I'm a bomb, then don't worry, we don't need to make you loose,
don't worry, cause [Em] I'm a fighter, yeah, if [G] you want me, put up your light, yeah.
[Am] [D] [Em]
[C] [Am]
[C]
[Em] [A]
[Am] [C]
the promises, be a bit empty bellies, poverty and democracy and political [Em] rallies, but who
the rich allow the f*** using me for votes, pretending me a star if I'm them winning [A] it's
a joke, I'm sick of trick or treaters, in classroom disguised as leaders, charismatic
copy speakers, cost profit and [N] fake dealers, I keep my perfect grammar, slamming as you
vote, in front of TV [A] camera, with an innocent approach, more lies than Charlie's keys,
bun apologies, tryna ask please, then I squeeze on your pioneer [Em] knees, just before else is
the minutes of Farrakhan, so I'ma stand up a [Am] garden hose with my clock up in my hand,
if I take you literally f*** it, geez I'm kinda sorry, but somebody need to answer what
them really do [D#] to produce, give me the microphone and let me rep the innocent, paying recompense
[Am] and money spent to feed the government, give me the microphone, get the people riled up,
much f***er piled up, get the kingdom isled up, [Em] parallel universes in the same old hemisphere,
authorities they don't care with them nose up in [Am] the air,
[G]
[Am] [Em]
[G] [Am]
[C]
[Am] make the centrum get the pages, permeate them residences, extend up to the trenches,
up to where the president [Em] is, harm upon the ones and to whose guests burn the tables,
hard enough for you with your power built on [A] table, Jamaican bad girl,
queen and revolutionary, never quickly start a war, but shoot [Em] whenever necessary,
product of the industry, think where me come from, make a pretty, survive the nitty gritty,
ain't [Am] nobody taking pity, survive a kinda tricky, in New York,
Ali and Finley are the same thing, I go and don't a thing, so just plug it.
[Em] [Am]
[G]
[Am] Don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause we gon [G] bite ya, yeah, yeah, if you want me to put up your life, yeah, yeah, yeah,
peace of the peace at the [Am] last gate, on the last page of the book at the dark age,
clear [G] path wise with the pressure, see predecessor, [C#] wake up and listen,
[Am] then we dream of the future, cause we'll meet, we will meet on the battleground,
give me microphone for Russia, see and the papa sound,
[Em] we ready when the gavel sound, gonna polygone, cause,
just a [C] roundup, so we never [Am] nervous, was a mental war, now this shit turn physical,
from long time scars, we a reap, the result, from slavery to now, how the thing get,
we call them kinky, we still work, cause them psychs, they we spiritual,
psychs, they we spiritual, so they be like, hey,
prodipal and the psychs, we subliminal, get them mad, then chastise them as criminal,
give good drugs and the guys say, it's clinical, bomb them,
don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause [C] I'm a fighter, [G] yeah, if you want me, put up your light, yeah,
cause [Am] I'm a bomb, then don't worry, we don't need to make you loose,
don't worry, cause [Em] I'm a fighter, yeah, if [G] you want me, put up your light, yeah.
[Am] [D] [Em]
[C] [Am]
[C]
[Em] [A]
[Am] [C]
Key:
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Em
G
C
A
Am
Em
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
the promises, be a bit empty bellies, poverty and democracy and political [Em] rallies, but who
the rich allow the f*** using me for votes, pretending me a star if I'm them winning [A] it's
a joke, I'm sick of trick or treaters, in classroom disguised as leaders, charismatic
copy speakers, cost profit and [N] fake dealers, I keep my perfect grammar, slamming as you
vote, in front of TV [A] camera, with an innocent approach, more lies than Charlie's keys,
bun apologies, tryna ask please, then I squeeze on your pioneer [Em] knees, just before else is
the minutes of Farrakhan, so I'ma stand up a [Am] garden hose with my clock up in my hand,
if I take you literally f*** it, geez I'm kinda sorry, but somebody need to answer what
them really do [D#] to produce, give me the microphone and let me rep the innocent, paying recompense
[Am] and money spent to feed the government, give me the microphone, get the people riled up,
much f***er piled up, get the kingdom isled up, [Em] parallel universes in the same old hemisphere,
authorities they don't care with them nose up in [Am] the air,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ make the centrum get the pages, permeate them residences, extend up to the trenches,
up to where the president [Em] is, harm upon the ones and to whose guests burn the tables,
hard enough for you with your power built on [A] table, Jamaican bad girl,
queen and revolutionary, never quickly start a war, but shoot [Em] whenever necessary,
product of the industry, think where me come from, make a pretty, survive the nitty gritty,
ain't [Am] nobody taking pity, survive a kinda tricky, in New York,
Ali and Finley are the same thing, I go and don't a thing, so just plug it.
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause we gon [G] bite ya, yeah, yeah, if you want me to put up your life, yeah, yeah, yeah,
peace of the peace at the [Am] last gate, on the last page of the book at the dark age,
clear [G] path wise with the pressure, see predecessor, [C#] wake up and listen,
[Am] then we dream of the future, cause we'll meet, we will meet on the battleground,
give me microphone for Russia, see and the papa sound,
[Em] we ready when the gavel sound, gonna polygone, cause,
just a [C] roundup, so we never [Am] nervous, was a mental war, now this shit turn physical,
from long time scars, we a reap, the result, from slavery to now, how the thing get,
we call them kinky, we still work, cause them psychs, they we spiritual,
psychs, they we spiritual, so they be like, hey,
prodipal and the psychs, we subliminal, get them mad, then chastise them as criminal,
give good drugs and the guys say, it's clinical, bomb them,
don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause [C] I'm a fighter, [G] yeah, if you want me, put up your light, yeah,
cause [Am] I'm a bomb, then don't worry, we don't need to make you loose,
don't worry, cause [Em] I'm a fighter, yeah, if [G] you want me, put up your light, yeah. _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the promises, be a bit empty bellies, poverty and democracy and political [Em] rallies, but who
the rich allow the f*** using me for votes, pretending me a star if I'm them winning [A] it's
a joke, I'm sick of trick or treaters, in classroom disguised as leaders, charismatic
copy speakers, cost profit and [N] fake dealers, I keep my perfect grammar, slamming as you
vote, in front of TV [A] camera, with an innocent approach, more lies than Charlie's keys,
bun apologies, tryna ask please, then I squeeze on your pioneer [Em] knees, just before else is
the minutes of Farrakhan, so I'ma stand up a [Am] garden hose with my clock up in my hand,
if I take you literally f*** it, geez I'm kinda sorry, but somebody need to answer what
them really do [D#] to produce, give me the microphone and let me rep the innocent, paying recompense
[Am] and money spent to feed the government, give me the microphone, get the people riled up,
much f***er piled up, get the kingdom isled up, [Em] parallel universes in the same old hemisphere,
authorities they don't care with them nose up in [Am] the air,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ make the centrum get the pages, permeate them residences, extend up to the trenches,
up to where the president [Em] is, harm upon the ones and to whose guests burn the tables,
hard enough for you with your power built on [A] table, Jamaican bad girl,
queen and revolutionary, never quickly start a war, but shoot [Em] whenever necessary,
product of the industry, think where me come from, make a pretty, survive the nitty gritty,
ain't [Am] nobody taking pity, survive a kinda tricky, in New York,
Ali and Finley are the same thing, I go and don't a thing, so just plug it.
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause we gon [G] bite ya, yeah, yeah, if you want me to put up your life, yeah, yeah, yeah,
peace of the peace at the [Am] last gate, on the last page of the book at the dark age,
clear [G] path wise with the pressure, see predecessor, [C#] wake up and listen,
[Am] then we dream of the future, cause we'll meet, we will meet on the battleground,
give me microphone for Russia, see and the papa sound,
[Em] we ready when the gavel sound, gonna polygone, cause,
just a [C] roundup, so we never [Am] nervous, was a mental war, now this shit turn physical,
from long time scars, we a reap, the result, from slavery to now, how the thing get,
we call them kinky, we still work, cause them psychs, they we spiritual,
psychs, they we spiritual, so they be like, hey,
prodipal and the psychs, we subliminal, get them mad, then chastise them as criminal,
give good drugs and the guys say, it's clinical, bomb them,
don't worry, we don't need to make you loose, don't worry,
cause [C] I'm a fighter, [G] yeah, if you want me, put up your light, yeah,
cause [Am] I'm a bomb, then don't worry, we don't need to make you loose,
don't worry, cause [Em] I'm a fighter, yeah, if [G] you want me, put up your light, yeah. _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
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