Chords for What I'm Here 4

Tell the people what you're [F] here for.
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[C] _ _ [Gm] [Cm] It's the message in the song that makes you rock on.
Some people go to places where they [Gm] don't belong.
[Cm] Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight.
But I'm here to bless this mic, alright?
[Bb] I take action the [C] minute that the crowd gets [Gm] hype.
I'm type crashing [G] down like a meteorite.
[Gm] I'm Bogart, [C] mics and whole stages.
[Bb] Destroying [D] MC's dreams from words to whole [Bb] pages.
Their rap books [C] look more like scrapbooks.
[Dm] With their fictional fairy tales and frail ass hoops.
A lot of shit has happened [C] since I started rapping.
[Dm] There's been [Gm] enough beef and enough gat [Bb] clapping.
There's been mad signs [C] for this brother to heed.
[Gm] And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds for your [Dm] mental, [C] spirit and physical temple.
[Dm] Bob your head to it.
There's the water you've been led to it.
Bathe in it.
[C] A long time you've been [Dm] craving it.
Prance to it.
Use your [Gm] third eye and glance through it.
[D] Your state of [C] being becoming advanced [Dm] through it.
While others rhyme with no reason, I be breezing.
The mics I seize [C] them, then I try and portray them.
[Gm]
[G] I used to always like to [Dm] hang out.
Now I lounge in the rest, [C] writing bombs while tracks [Dm] bang out.
I know you peeped me in the club then, [Bb] but now I'm in your speaker.
[C] With the voice that you're [F] loving.
[C] _ _ [E] [Cm] It's the message in the song that makes you rock on.
Some people go to places where they [Bb] don't belong.
[Cm] Whether wrong or right, [C] a lot of people fight.
But I'm here to bless this mic, alright.
[Dm] Peace to the young [C] ladies who wanna bone me [Dm] much.
And peace to my nigga Premier with the golden touch.
I'll never fall [C] off point like the [Dm] narrowing casino.
Peace to black Gambinos and all my peoples dig the stelo.
[C] I'm fighting wars, you know, [D] as in the jihad.
Most humble, most merciful.
That's [Bb] because I be [D] God.
[C] Trod through fogs, puffing [Gm] logs.
And see these muttering menial madness, they get marred.
Scarred at bar, [C] and then banished from my fucking [Dm] kingdom.
You gotta fly around and bring one, or else I come to [Bb] fling some.
Exquisite, [C] exotic, exciting type shit.
[Bb] Enough to [D] make the real heads wake up and get hype quick.
[Dm] I'm type slick, known [C] as the God universal.
[Dm] Kick rhymes with our rehearsal.
I crossed the burning sands, now I stand here with virtue.
[C] Of course I could hurt you, [Gm] simply with my point of view.
And I knew that many would come, [C] that's why I've chosen.
[Gm] To cut off pathways and there's no runways or doorways open.
For the jokers [C] who ain't focused.
[Dm] And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury.
Nothing flurry, [C] fuck it I got no worries.
[Gm] Hearts and mind shine bright light with insight.
Yes, it's my [C] birthright to set up cyphers with [Dm] power.
Cause mad shit ain't right.
Like punks in the spotlight who can't freestyle.
[Cm] Sometimes I make my peeps [Dm] smile by saying something crazy wild.
Like some shit if I don't, that be sounding better than the next man's whole