Chords for Vin Jay - Mumble Rapper vs Lyricist

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[Dm] _ I'm [Gm] running a [E] game, purple is all in my [Dm] veins Copping a [Gm] couple of [E] chains, whoa, thought
what I'm [Dm] making it rain Yo, how come [Gm] everybody in the [Em] game wanna rap
like you with the played out [Dm] flow I've been in the back killing [Gm] every damn [E] track
and the rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all [Dm] blow?
Well, this shit is [E] all that I know Rapping bout bitches in [Bb] clothes, yeah, getting
[E] unlimited hoes, whoa, all of my diamonds are froze
[Dm] Now you rap with venom and then you [E] pack the rhythm and every track will hit him and you
blow [Dm] But you wack a little bit, don't [E] stack the
syllables, you have to hit him with new flows [Dm] Like nah, homie, I'm in it for [E] cash, just
wanna get me a bag, [Dm] yeah, yeah Tell him I whip in the [E] jack and I be popping
in bags [Dm] Like nah, everybody rap like [E] that, everybody
wanna make a track like [Dm] that Everybody else in the gang saying the [E] goddamn
same and you all killing rap like [Dm] that Like where the word play and the metaphors
[E] at?
What y'all make, I can never call [Dm] rap, big
L, big pun, I'ma get them all back And you [E] mumbling motherfuckers, you better
fall [Dm] back Nah, homie, it's not gonna [E] change, clearly
we running the game [Dm] Talk about women that change, dropping the
shit that be [E] numb in your brain, it's fucking [Dm] insane
And they love it, [E] we ain't gotta rap it, nothing [Dm] long as 808s are [E] bumping
It's time to fucking discussion [Dm] Yeah, maybe right now, but it's not gonna
[E] last Y'all better make room for the prophets of
[Dm] rapping to hear real shit, no copying [E] that And they all gonna see y'all rhyming as [Dm] wack
Y'all snakes, I'm chopping the grass, gonna [Em] hit them with a bang, no stopping the crash
Y'all [Dm] wanna make bets, I'm dropping the cash I'm [E] not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in its
[Dm] tracks But we ain't [Em] even killing, it's evolved
[Dm] Fuck the ones who came [G] before us, [Em] I'ma show them how to [Dm] ball
It's not evolution, y'all [Gm] better cool [Em] it, fuck mumble rap
We need a better [Dm] movement, more real shit and way [Gm] less [E] pollution
Stop making music, that's the [Dm] best solution Y'all think you dope, it's that [Gm] stress [Em] delusion
Say you will, which I don't have a [Dm] proven I'm the leader of the fucking [Gm] revolution
[Em] Go and get prepared for y'all [Dm] execution Everybody wanna talk about the money [E] and
the women that they be getting But wanna kill it when they [Dm] rap
Everybody wanna be the [E] Mack of the game But you rapping the same and I put them on
the [Dm] back Everybody wanna be the best, now I [E] wanna
find the best rap Follow me, I put them on the [Dm] map
If you really [Bb] wanna be the best in the [E] game Stop rapping like everyone else on the [Dm] track
Homie, that's all that they want [E] Loving the money, I flaunt _
[Dm] Keeping it short, don't gotta [E] give it a thought Only the shit that I [Dm] bought
Fuck that, you gotta [E] stay jibby Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight
[Dm] tripping I'm off the chain of my place
[E] Spinning y'all in the club while my paint dripping [Dm] I'm a fucking artist who's done with all [E] this
straight wack shit So I'm busting on [Dm] this
Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck [E] regardless I'ma run up on them, feeling fucking [Dm] lawless
Better tuck your chain and fucking run your [E] wallets You are now looking at the youngest
[Dm] prophet Who be killing rappers, got no other [E] option
Yeah, they got green, but I'm a fucking [Dm] goblin
Still killing whatever your man [E] felt, can't say what to rhyme
So give me the black [Dm] belt, got fame and the vibes I'm making the track [E] melt
Going all in, dawg, whatever the hand [Dm] dealt Like Hogo, tell the bitch I flow so [E] venomous
I bomb, bomb, hit him with a stone cold [Bb] evidence I flow so relevant, I show no [E] benefit
A low blow, bring him with a [Dm] po-po Never been mumble rapping, shut your fucking [E] mouth
Fall back, don't make another [Dm] sound Telling me to fucking [Gm] dumb it [E] down
But I'ma buck them all, I got a hundred [Dm] rounds Like bleh, [Gm] [E] fuck it, I guess what I'm trying to say
is [Dm] that I miss the [Gm] days when [E] MCs would kill it and [Dm] blaze a track
When flows were [Gm] different [E] and everybody would state some [Dm] facts
And I ain't [Gm] saying [E] I'm the best, just trying to [Dm] save rap
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