Chords for To The N.A.C

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_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [Bm] Yo, chronic fungus, back with more!
Bring your fungus on a beat, bada boom bada bing!
When the illness and the illness together now that's the thing,
That can cause a lot of mess, cause we've got enough of those fangs,
If it ain't making sense, let us paint what it means,
Bring your fungus on a beat, bada boom bada bing!
It's a chronic end of fungus, the rum is about to breathe,
A [F#] session of a mass destruction, so take a seat,
We've got a lot to [A] say, so we're gonna be here, [Bm] we're gonna be here,
Look, it's a beat 30 seconds better than a 30 minute EP, LP, whatever,
Go ahead, time it, y'all are bandwagon dogs, chasing anybody on Peace Beat,
So here's mine, I'm doing it, you can try to catch it,
All I see is a shady compound that y'all be calling industry,
Wannabes wandering misery, just love's company,
[F#] Ability in vain, but vicinity, you hardly test me,
Lyrically, vividly, hypothetically, realistically, pun intended,
Now who's the [Bm] one to get offended?
Your tone broke a note in the court,
They got upset and it's unfortunate, the flow so bad, fall off an edge,
Maybe drop the pen and leave, you need a proper orphanage,
They say that I'm a strange person, now that's a compliment,
My boss could cross dimensions and not apply the experience,
You feel [F#] it when you hear it, your confidence get precarious,
If my skill's nefarious, don't need [Bm] my other variants,
Flip on the Chronicle 7, he got the funk with you on the level,
You got the magnificent too, lyrical standoff,
We'll sing mics faster than you, quickly unloading on the prodigal peasants,
_ Don't get me started on the so-called legends,
They push you false hope to the point to where the legend ends,
[F#] Fame feeders, no different than fake leaders,
They got you cheerleading, bunch of [Bm] clowns in the circus,
They want to sabotage hip-hop, so they grab a dresser,
Rans every pass about to be accepted,
Building stages for artists that came from rich families,
The bigger enemies only want to make you broke with no money,
Grabbing the rope, chowing all of your backbones to death,
Chronicle steals you, don't you ever fucking forget,
Clinging back, [F#] many fools are left,
Let me hear your rap through the so-called backstabbing,
Let's [Bm] suck and rap mugging industry,
This shit is the billet, it's vividly,
You can call us cringe, but you'd rather see us spit,
We respect forefathers that paved the way,
While your father would bow down in a place to stay,
No kings exist, your rappers are triters,
If you fail your king, then we become triters,
Since 4 [F#].013, we made the true or past,
These two brothers that made history, style and [Bm] rap skill,
They only want the picture for fame,
Take a picture for name,
Play their songs and their images to brain,
So can we sustain, fake brotherhood and friendship,
True brothers, thanks for whatever friendship,
Chronicle, brotherhood, let's rap legit,
You can count this and look who the years for recovering,
This shit's [F#] real, rapper never get you a salary,
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We're bringing rockers on a beat,
Badda boom, badda bing,
When the illest and the realest together,
Now that's the thing, that can cost a lot of money,
Cause we've got enough for the swings,
If it ain't making sense, let us make what it means,
Bringing rockers on a beat,
Badda boom, badda bing,
It's the chronic and the funk,
This is what the moment's about to be,
A session [F#] of a man's destruction,
So take a seat, cause we're talking about this,
And so we're starting from [Bm] here, who it might be. _ _ _ _ _
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