A Storm Of Swords (ACOUSTIC CHORDS) by Jedi Mind Tricks
[Intro]~
Am Em B Am B Em
[Verse 1]~
Em
Yo,.. serious syllable wordplay,.. verse spray
C
Like a desert bird please,.. niggaz,.. where the curb lay
B
Turn plagen,.. pretty shitty on a church day
B
Ya city my committee,.. tustle where the dirt stay
Em
Smoke inside the cell dirt,.. tray's are undercovers
C
Old head feed kids,.. have to run the numbers
B
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang
B
You the man,.. fame,.. here's my man frame,.. champagne
Em
Swig to the wig,.. Belle',.. vodka,.. hit my rib
C
Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig
B
On an open mic,.. growl follows,.. space over night
B
Destroying your perimeter,.. players and prototypes
Em
(High powers) lift through your soul,.. through die shower
C
Resurrected your spirit,.. with lyrics for top dollars
B
My squad,.. holler the loudest,.. y'all niggaz childish
B
We grown folk here,.. spittin' raw street knowledge
[Chorus]~
Em C
Y'all can't touch us,.. cause we ain't fuckin' around
B
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
[Verse 2]~
Em
This animal rap,.. cannibal rap that we make
C
I hate all,.. hate law and hate jake
B
I hate everything that you stand for,.. it's fake
B
Cuz everybody bitin' the gods,.. a day late
Em
I maintain,.. handle beef Islamly
C
Manage my life calmly,.. like I was Gandhi
B
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz,.. the one man army
B
It take a shack and metal tank to harm me
Em
Come on b,.. why you trynna to build
C
Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed
B
I'm like a demon outta Amityville
B
I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill
Em
With tight ill,.. crack ya head like when an egg drop
C
And put you in the figure-four leglock
B
And make ya head bop,.. cause we the rawest around
B
Vinnie Paz,.. with my man Stoupe holdin' me down
[Chorus]~
Em C
Y'all can't touch us,.. cause we ain't fuckin' around
B
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
[Verse 3]~
Em
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
C
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
B
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit)
B
Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip)
Em
The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
C
We hittin' the vain (cuz of y'all spittin' the same)
B
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
B
We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
Em
The stitches remain (and matter fact,.. we sonnin' y'all kids)
C
And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
B
(We robbin' the kids,.. and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs)
B
We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
Em
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
C
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
B
You ain't icey at all,.. we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
B
If y'all sleep,.. Outerspace,.. slicin' ya jaw
[Chorus]~
Em C
Y'all can't touch us,.. cause we ain't fuckin' around
B
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
Am Em B Am B Em
[Verse 1]~
Em
Yo,.. serious syllable wordplay,.. verse spray
C
Like a desert bird please,.. niggaz,.. where the curb lay
B
Turn plagen,.. pretty shitty on a church day
B
Ya city my committee,.. tustle where the dirt stay
Em
Smoke inside the cell dirt,.. tray's are undercovers
C
Old head feed kids,.. have to run the numbers
B
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang
B
You the man,.. fame,.. here's my man frame,.. champagne
Em
Swig to the wig,.. Belle',.. vodka,.. hit my rib
C
Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig
B
On an open mic,.. growl follows,.. space over night
B
Destroying your perimeter,.. players and prototypes
Em
(High powers) lift through your soul,.. through die shower
C
Resurrected your spirit,.. with lyrics for top dollars
B
My squad,.. holler the loudest,.. y'all niggaz childish
B
We grown folk here,.. spittin' raw street knowledge
[Chorus]~
Em C
Y'all can't touch us,.. cause we ain't fuckin' around
B
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
[Verse 2]~
Em
This animal rap,.. cannibal rap that we make
C
I hate all,.. hate law and hate jake
B
I hate everything that you stand for,.. it's fake
B
Cuz everybody bitin' the gods,.. a day late
Em
I maintain,.. handle beef Islamly
C
Manage my life calmly,.. like I was Gandhi
B
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz,.. the one man army
B
It take a shack and metal tank to harm me
Em
Come on b,.. why you trynna to build
C
Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed
B
I'm like a demon outta Amityville
B
I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill
Em
With tight ill,.. crack ya head like when an egg drop
C
And put you in the figure-four leglock
B
And make ya head bop,.. cause we the rawest around
B
Vinnie Paz,.. with my man Stoupe holdin' me down
[Chorus]~
Em C
Y'all can't touch us,.. cause we ain't fuckin' around
B
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
[Verse 3]~
Em
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
C
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
B
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit)
B
Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip)
Em
The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
C
We hittin' the vain (cuz of y'all spittin' the same)
B
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
B
We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
Em
The stitches remain (and matter fact,.. we sonnin' y'all kids)
C
And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
B
(We robbin' the kids,.. and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs)
B
We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
Em
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
C
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
B
You ain't icey at all,.. we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
B
If y'all sleep,.. Outerspace,.. slicin' ya jaw
[Chorus]~
Em C
Y'all can't touch us,.. cause we ain't fuckin' around
B
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
And y'all can't fuck with us,.. or else we buckin' dem down
