Chords for 3rd Bass - Steppin' To The A.M.
Tempo:
100.5 bpm
Chords used:
G#
A
F#
C#
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Key:
G#
A
F#
C#
B
G#
A
F#
[D#] [F#] .
.
[C#] .
[C#m] [C#] .
[B] .
[F#] [N] .
.
.
.
.
Peace fellas.
He gave me the cue so I'ma put up a shut up until my jam is through.
But for now, I wanna freak em solid, bar, spark and mission 5 feet away past dark.
Don't pop his no stand, or I'll play the 5-0.
You don't stop moving until the search says so to keep the drive open.
Shooting out the flame, read [G#] a hard way if you can step into the AM.
So, .
.
[A] [Bm] .
what was [N] .
that vision for the AGM?.
My mind has a question, I respond to a silver dome microphone.
One step beyond, straight to 88 to the curves of the 90.
I'm universal, set a line 3 behind me to 3 the hard way to jackpot.
Awaiting Satan, he's trying to take cheap shots.
We move, crowd's a three-step prowl, the brothers round the way sit down and say.
How'd you do this?.
Ludicrous rhythm and rhyme, anticipated like a bottle of hot ketchup No ketchup.
Cause you fell behind, I'm stepping to the AM.
Kicking down so I can't knife skims over lyrics.
I peck em, strong and long and raw, I stick em.
He's the law with the sword.
With my cape, he swing.
Like the pit of the pendulum.
Nice, bring it.
Sunrise with no lies, legitimate.
And you despise.
Envy this MC's magnitude So realize The MCMC.
The DJ DJ's.
Until the next time I keep you stepping to [D] the AM.
[G#] .
[A] No [G#] .
.
.
wait on the felt plate, deep bass below rise.
Needle torch the groove, move the record till the wax dries.
Stolen and swine and the [N] strength of my vocab.
Put you under, you're a gunner.
You're thinking that you had.
Lyrics to the AM but the house needs a swinger.
You're such a stutter.
But I'm a singer.
My rhymes so dope, I wrote em in and severed em.
You're just a stunt.
Seeking a settlement, the lyrical line.
The article original.
A blick like a convict.
I ain't no criminal.
Scheming on a cable, a slug and a knob.
You play me like a foul ball.
How you living, home?.
Now moving to the AM, the master [F#m] spoon feeding.
How to jump, are you buffing a freak while I'm Ging?.
Peter let the record spin.
Search and get a second wind.
Motivate the crowd to a step into the AM.
[D] [B] [F#m] .
[D] [A] [B] [A] .
[G#] .
[N] .
.
.
I'm a runner, stepping, I'm a runner, stepping.
I'm a runner, stepping, I'm a runner, stepping.
I slide swiftly, keep a runner stepping.
Lounging, stripping my throat.
Sweating as it gets me to rhythm.
My lines are stained like a crane.
So I'm lift, slow and smooth.
Flowing like fluid.
The mass did worship the lyrics of freedom.
Amid all crisis, dropping like a guillotine.
Des Moines, hearing the voices.
Rhyme feeding, seeing it set.
Beat nice as you were street.
Fulfilled your illed out drill.
I heard a loud scream.
My mind is queued.
So I run down the menu.
The downgrade's so weak.
As my lyrics tend to.
The needs of a shake.
[C#] I'm sweating to the point of exhaust.
So listen to the mission.
Horse bodied by the signs.
My mind starts flexing.
Sexing down females to the AM.
Perplexing a complex reflex.
You'll wonder if we slumber.
The three don't sleep.
AOP night, say come on, Tom.
Stepping to the AM.
I'm stepping to the mic.
To snatch up and smash up the [Bm] club until daylight.
Two for the guy .
Two [F#] for the guy.
[N]
.
[C#] .
[C#m] [C#] .
[B] .
[F#] [N] .
.
.
.
.
Peace fellas.
He gave me the cue so I'ma put up a shut up until my jam is through.
But for now, I wanna freak em solid, bar, spark and mission 5 feet away past dark.
Don't pop his no stand, or I'll play the 5-0.
You don't stop moving until the search says so to keep the drive open.
Shooting out the flame, read [G#] a hard way if you can step into the AM.
So, .
.
[A] [Bm] .
what was [N] .
that vision for the AGM?.
My mind has a question, I respond to a silver dome microphone.
One step beyond, straight to 88 to the curves of the 90.
I'm universal, set a line 3 behind me to 3 the hard way to jackpot.
Awaiting Satan, he's trying to take cheap shots.
We move, crowd's a three-step prowl, the brothers round the way sit down and say.
How'd you do this?.
Ludicrous rhythm and rhyme, anticipated like a bottle of hot ketchup No ketchup.
Cause you fell behind, I'm stepping to the AM.
Kicking down so I can't knife skims over lyrics.
I peck em, strong and long and raw, I stick em.
He's the law with the sword.
With my cape, he swing.
Like the pit of the pendulum.
Nice, bring it.
Sunrise with no lies, legitimate.
And you despise.
Envy this MC's magnitude So realize The MCMC.
The DJ DJ's.
Until the next time I keep you stepping to [D] the AM.
[G#] .
[A] No [G#] .
.
.
wait on the felt plate, deep bass below rise.
Needle torch the groove, move the record till the wax dries.
Stolen and swine and the [N] strength of my vocab.
Put you under, you're a gunner.
You're thinking that you had.
Lyrics to the AM but the house needs a swinger.
You're such a stutter.
But I'm a singer.
My rhymes so dope, I wrote em in and severed em.
You're just a stunt.
Seeking a settlement, the lyrical line.
The article original.
A blick like a convict.
I ain't no criminal.
Scheming on a cable, a slug and a knob.
You play me like a foul ball.
How you living, home?.
Now moving to the AM, the master [F#m] spoon feeding.
How to jump, are you buffing a freak while I'm Ging?.
Peter let the record spin.
Search and get a second wind.
Motivate the crowd to a step into the AM.
[D] [B] [F#m] .
[D] [A] [B] [A] .
[G#] .
[N] .
.
.
I'm a runner, stepping, I'm a runner, stepping.
I'm a runner, stepping, I'm a runner, stepping.
I slide swiftly, keep a runner stepping.
Lounging, stripping my throat.
Sweating as it gets me to rhythm.
My lines are stained like a crane.
So I'm lift, slow and smooth.
Flowing like fluid.
The mass did worship the lyrics of freedom.
Amid all crisis, dropping like a guillotine.
Des Moines, hearing the voices.
Rhyme feeding, seeing it set.
Beat nice as you were street.
Fulfilled your illed out drill.
I heard a loud scream.
My mind is queued.
So I run down the menu.
The downgrade's so weak.
As my lyrics tend to.
The needs of a shake.
[C#] I'm sweating to the point of exhaust.
So listen to the mission.
Horse bodied by the signs.
My mind starts flexing.
Sexing down females to the AM.
Perplexing a complex reflex.
You'll wonder if we slumber.
The three don't sleep.
AOP night, say come on, Tom.
Stepping to the AM.
I'm stepping to the mic.
To snatch up and smash up the [Bm] club until daylight.
Two for the guy .
Two [F#] for the guy.
[N]