A Storm Of Swords Acoustic chords by Jedi Mind Tricks

Chords with lyrics

Intro:
A minorAm E minorEm BB A minorAm BB E minorEm

Verse 1:
  E minorEm
Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray
C majorC
Like a desert bird please, niggaz, where the curb lay
BB
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day
BB
Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay
E minorEm
Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
C majorC
Old head feed kids, have to run the numbers
BB
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang
BB
You the man, fame, here's my man frame, champagne
E minorEm
Swig to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
C majorC
Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig
BB
On an open mic, growl follows, space over night
BB
Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes
E minorEm
(High powers) lift through your soul, through die shower
C majorC
Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars
BB
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz childish
BB
We grown folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Chorus:
E minorEm        C majorC
Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
BB
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down x2

Verse 2:
E minorEm
This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make
C majorC
I hate all, hate law and hate jake
BB
I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake
BB
Cuz everybody bitin' the gods, a day late
E minorEm
I maintain, handle beef Islamly
C majorC
Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
BB
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man army
BB
It take a shack and metal tank to harm me
E minorEm
Come on b, why you trynna to build
C majorC
Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed
BB
I'm like a demon outta Amityville
BB
I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill
E minorEm
With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop
C majorC
And put you in the figure-four leglock
BB
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around
BB
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down

Chorus:
E minorEm        C majorC
Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
BB
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down x2

Verse 3:
E minorEm
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
C majorC
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
BB
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit)
BB
Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip)
E minorEm
The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
C majorC
We hittin' the vain (cuz of y'all spittin' the same)
BB
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
BB
We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
E minorEm
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
C majorC
And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
BB
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs)
BB
We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
E minorEm
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
C majorC
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
BB
You ain't icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
BB
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

Chorus:
E minorEm        C majorC
Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
BB