Introduction: G#m
D#m
G#m
B
E
E
Bb
D#m
G#m
D#m
Ah Ah
G#m
We don't believe you 'cause we the people
D#m
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you
E
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
Cm
E
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food, the ramen noodle
E
B
E
B
E
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we're liable to pull a juju
B
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
E
She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that
G#m
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
B
She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
E
The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with
B
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
E
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
B
And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
E
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
B
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
E
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
D
Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
E
Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
G#m
Ain't settling because I ain't so bold
C#m
G#m
but ay, All you Black folks, you must go
E
G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E
G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E
D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m
G#m
So all you bad folks, you must go
E
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
E
D
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
D
Cm
We're not just nigga rappers with the bars
D#m
G#m
It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars
E
You bastards overlooking street art
G#m
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
E
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
D
Fuck y'all know about true competition?
Bb
That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
D
The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
E
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
G#m
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
E
Boy, I tell you that's vision
G#m
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
E
The Tribe be the best in they division
D
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
E
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
D
Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
E
Babylon, bloodclaat
G#m
Two pon yuh headtop
E
Gm
All you Black folks, you must go
E
G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E
G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E
D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m
Cm
SSo all you bad folks, you must go
Cm
(Air raid siren 30 beats)