Chords for Wu-Tang Clan - Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' (Official Video)

[C#] A game of chess is like a sword fight.
[G#m] _ _
You must think first, before you move.
The style is immensely [F#] strong.
It's immune to any [Em] weapon.
On [F#] its property, it's almost invincible.
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[D] Oh, I'm a give [Gm] it to ya, with no trivia.
Roll like O.K. [F#] straight from Bolivia.
My hip hop will rock, shock the nation.
Like the Emancipation [Fm] Proclamation.
With MC's, a folks with slender stat.
[C#] You might as well run into the wall and bang your head.
I push a [Dm] force, my force ships out.
[C#] And I make the devil's car to the carcass mouth.
When I'm the [Cm] sire, I set the microphone on [G] fire.
Rap style's Barry, and [C#] carry like Mariah.
I come from the [Cm] Shaolin Slum.
[Fm] And the outlaw folk is coming [Gm] through with nothing.
And guns, so if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting.
You got to start [A#m] small, just the midsection.
Don't [C] talk the talk, if you [Gm] can't walk the walk.
Pony is the [C#] outline of [C] talk.
I'm Mad Max, it's what the projects [C#] make me.
Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me.
[Fm] Steamroller is like an 18-wheeler with a drunk driver driving.
There's no surviving.
Rough like Timberland, where?
Yeah, me and the clan and yo, the Land Cruisers out there.
Peace to all the crooks, all the n****s with [F#] bad looks.
Ball head, [F] grays, roses hooked.
We pack home techs, n****s play the mat.
Black acts, [C] drug dealing [C#] styles, fat stacks.
Only [G] been a good n**** for a minute though.
Cause I got to get my props and win it, yo.
I got beef with commercial ass, cause it's D.O.T.
Camping in a Lexus, C&B.
Straight up and [Fm] down, don't even bother.
I [Gm] got 40 n****s up in here now, who killed [Fm] my father.
[G] My boot was on, you with me where you [A#] at?
In the [G#] back, in the back, got my [C#] beast on attack.
My beef was on, you with me where you at?
It's gonna [D] be mad, hit you [G] back, on the block with the deck.
Here I [Cm] go, V-type flow.
[G] Not too stoked, can never [A#] get this low.
I'm Terry Borman, just a hitter.
Boom, just warming up a little [A#m] bit.
Crank down, rapping [Gm] in, it's what's happening.
Keep the pockets stacking and hands clapping.
And at the party when I move my body.
Gotta get [C#] up and be somebody.
Grab the racquetball, put strength to the ball.
Dad, [Gm] dad, dad, into [C#] the Wu-Tang zone.
Shorten [Cm] up when I rock [Gm] that stuff up.
Pop, I'm gonna catch your puffs up.
Rough, you can rhyme like Jim Kelly or Alex Kelly.
I'm a m-beat up, belly rhyme.
Coming for [A#m] style, hardcore.
You and me coming to the hip-hop store.
Come in the [C] bar, go straight from [G] B.
Turn up to be a hip-hop MC.
The law [C] is order the, [Fm] into the [G] Wu-Tang.
You must bring the whole dirty bastard [C#] type slang.
Represent the juicer, habit, user.
Shot claws, inspect, debt, dirty ho.
Getting low with the slow.
Introducing the Ghostface [Cm] Killer.
_ _ [G] _ _ I know what could get in the eye.
My people, so are [Cm] you with me where you at?
In the front, in [N] the back, killer bees on the track.
My people, so are [Gm] you with me where you at?
Smoking meth, making cash on the block with the Gap.
Speaking of the devil's psyche, know it's the God.
Get your s*** right.
Make a trope and yo, I'll kill you with a past life.
On the mic while you was kicking that [D#] fast.
You and Nick tried to get it, got blasted.
Half-masted ass style, mad broke [Gm] chest.
When I struck, I had on Timbs and a black mask.
Remember [C] that s***?
I know you don't [A#m] remember Jack.
That night, yo, I was sitting like a spiked bat.
And then [Gm] you thought I was bugged out and crazy.
Strap for 90, after me became lazy.
Yo, nobody [Fm] plugs while I shot slugs.
Never [A#] shot dubs, I'm running with thugs that flood lugs.
So grab your [D#] A-plus one, start flipping and [F] tripping.
This is Jet [D#m] and I'm licking off slugs.
[C#] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu [A#]-Tang, [C] Wu [D#]-Tang.
Homicide's [C#] illegal and death is a penalty.
[F#] One justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity.
[Gm] It's the master of the man who's rapture coming at ya.
We have [C] an APB on an MC [G] killer.
Looks like the work of a master.
Evidence [C] in the [Fm] case that it's stature.
Merciless like a terrorist, hard [Cm] to capture the flow.
[Gm] Changes [F] like a chameleon.
Blades like [A#] a fendon, stabs you like [C#] a dagger.
This [D#] technique attacks the [F] immune system.
[G] The sky's like a lie, [C#] paralyzing the victim.
_ As it enters [G] your bloodstream, erupts your brain from the pain these [G#] thoughts contain.
Moving on a track with the speed of a centipede and angel.
And, [Gm] contender.
My people saw you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back, [C#] your labees on the tax.
My people [D#] saw you with me where you at?
[A#] Smoking meth, hitting cats on the block with the gas.
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Thanks _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [C#] _ for watching. _ _ _
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