Butter In My Grits

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[Intro 1]
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[D]Butter

[Verse 1]
[Dm]in my grits, the hits rip
[C]Through my vocab,
[D]no pat and pick
[Bbm]Constructed a [C]flood [Eaug]jack et,
don't get [D]a rope
[Dm]Cause [F]all I wanna do is hang
You [D]rank off, [Bbm]won't sing,
I'll [C]do my [Eaug]thing
[E]I'll kick [D]slang as [F]I bring inven[Dm]tions
[C]Attention, inten[D]tions come
like three dimen[Bbm]sions
Stay focused [Eaug]like lo[C]custs,
this [D]ain't no [Dm]trick
[F]Not a magician,
nutrition [D]is the daily work
[Bbm]Of Ito Bailey[C], sure it's what I sport
[D]Dressed like Pro[F]fessor King Bean,
I eat green beans
I've [D]seen things, [Bbm]been around the w[C]orld
An[Eaug]d I, I said [E]bye -b[D]ye t[Dm]o ways[F]
Now I [C]gaze in [F]praise
at how you're [D]being
[Bbm]The naked, I can't[C] see it,
there's a knee in my [D]back
[Dm]Am b[F]ush, attack, boom, b[D]oom, boom
[Bbm]Time t[F#]o fight [C]back[E]
Crush [D]the enemies, no [Dm]frenemies
This [F]is space, now respect
From [D]the violence to [Bbm]silence
This [F#]lamb had no more legs
[C]Oh, [D]I gotta use my skill
I [G]gotta [C]use my [G]talent
[D]Do what I must,
then I trust that [E]I must bust
By my [D]side, there's another
Bonus [G]to [Ab]another
Weapons [D]come in [C#]lethal
[F#]Like [C#]Mel and D[Eaug]anny Gl[E]over
[D]Well, pull out the stops
and I'm [C]turning all the [C]stones.
[D]If my home's not a hou[Aaug]se,
then [D]you can house my [C#]home.[E]
[D]Be gone, fickle pharaoh,
I'm like a [C]little spar[C]row.
[A]All [F#]glory, [E]I'll fly [D]away.
[C]Hey, what you [D]got to [E]say [C]to me?
[D]Yo, what you got to [D]say?
[C]It's 12 [D]for 94,
[C]lettin[D]g my thoughts go on the floor.
Peep the word, the word, the [F]utter.
All my grits, [D]I have u[C]tter.[D][A][C]
You [D]want the butter in your [A]grits?
I [D]want the [C]butter in my [D]grits.
You want the butter in your grits.
I [A]want the [C]butter in my [D]grits.
You want the butter in your grits.
You want but[C]ter in my grits.
You want [D]butter in your [A]grits.
I want the [C]butter in my grits.
You [D]want the butter in your grits.
I have [C]some butter in my grits.
You want some butter in [D]your grits.
I want the [C]butter, the butter.
You want [D]the butter.
[Am]Butter[C]? Y[D]o. Yeah[C]. I li[F#]ke[Bbm][D]
[C]that. [Ab]Here[D] we go.[Db][Gb][C]
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Yo, when I [D]bust, it's a must,
[C]I need the but[Bbm]ter, it's but[Gb]ter, y[Bbm]eah,[Gb]
[D]I'm[C]a s[Ab]tart [D]on the fourth.[Db][Gb]
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But[D]ter is a must when I bust
with gram[C#]matical grits,
if you [D]will, the [C]skills are infallible,
[D]judgment you'll stare as you glare,
[Db]not knowing discernment,
[D]you[G]'re indecis[C]ive, so I sense fear.
[D]When I grip never clumsy with the [Db]vocab
your mental [D]state of being
when I'm [C]finished needs rehab
Psy[D]chopathic poet
when I flow [Db]to a jazz riff
enhancing [D]intellect
No [C]need for blood to split
[C]cuz[D] the butter makes me nuts
It's [Db]enough that no other [D]can fight this the [C]way
that I write this [D]miss any illusion of anticipa[Db]tion
My [D]proclamation [C]is freedom
and salvation [D]in the storm
You're lost by the [Db]form of my schism
My [D]structure of rhyme [C]just like a prism
An[D]tiques, my antiques will beat
When I'm [Db]done with this,
grits must persist
[D]To break [C]beats and bits
[D]Reese put the grease in the [C]pan
[Db]By the heat fr[D]om his hand
Produced fat from the [Dm]mind [F]of the man
He's the [D]man, like a hundred grand
[F]On the vibes of the [Dm]bass
[D]played by his [Dm]hand
Beats booming streets [D]by
the dream of Kareem
Like Elijah [C]one [F]had
Like [D]my ace [C]on the [F]pad
[D]Smooth is my style, yes,
I'm [Dm]very ver[F]satile.
The track[D]s I never whack,
because the butter makes it [C]fat.
[D]Listen to the growth
and the [G]knowledge of the song.
[D]Sometimes my rhymes rhyme,
[Am]sometimes [C]they just [F]don't.[Dm]
[D]Yeah. [C]Uh,[F] ch[Dm]eck [D]it, check it.[C]
[Dm]I wa[Fm]nt the but[D]ter in my gr[A]its,
you want the [C]butter in your [D]grits.
I have the butter in my [Db]grits,
you [Bbm]have the b[C]utter in your g[D]rits.
I want the butter in my [Aaug]grits,
you [A]want the [C]butter in your grits.
[D]I want the butter in my [A]grits,
you get the [C]butter in your grits.
I want the [D]butter in my [Dm]grits,
you [A]want the [C]butter in your [D]grits.
You got the butter in my grits,
now you got the [C]butter in your grits.
I want the [D]butter in my grits,
you want the [C]butter, butter, butter.
I [D]the in my grits, take [C]the butter
Take it [D]away.

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[Verse 2]
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Otto [D]Price.
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Thank you. [D]you.
Thank [D]Thank Thank you.