调：F minor
Verse 1
F
Am
C
Em
Ayo...(what's up?)...there's a lotta
you know what I mean?
(For reals) Be tryin' to
they want to take the style and claim it for they
'cause it's just like, whatever,
you know what I'm sayin'? (Whatever)
Verse 2
Em
mathematical
I rotate so fast that I appear invisible
The force centrifugal and spiritual
Mostly mental,
but don't sleep on the physical
Am
C
Em
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even
said I was a son to him
Still my LP is fatter than
Am
Dm
his or yours, took a two- year pause
foes drop like hoe's drawers
Applied science left
MC's penetrable
with automatics
and Santa Claus
Verse 3
Em
crews...whatever"
Verse 4
Dm
The ultimate MC equation
That's why I'm a
weedhead and not an alcoholic
Am
D
Em
Call it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that it's
some form of arithmetic
The state of hip- hop today
is like hookers in politics
maneuver through it
Popular like crime in ghetto
neighbourhoods
hold it down
Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson,
kids, check it out
Am
C
D
So whatever you want to do,
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Verse 5
F
Verse 6
Spontaneous combustion,
Your rhymes make no sense,
just like a Roman Christian
The Gwong Jan Lin of underground
emceein' strikes again
venom, ask the devil,
Call me unalike 'cause my
rhymes are never homo
C
D
Em
like when Cher left Sonny Bono
Fire burn Giuliani, Pataki and
Whatever, whatever, whatever
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