Gateway 2000 chords and lyrics - FIVE DEEZ

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[Intro 1]
[Em]
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[Verse 1]
The fi[B]nal exam captivates incredible masses,
[F#]afflips and incitrates passive tenses as governments
[A#m]just down t[F#]he crinches.
In a few years you and my peers will flip
dollar bill marks to credit card strips, the
So [B]makin' it's enough to make tenants
The most usefulness out
of you is fertilized
penance
[F#]Six feet to [B]zero,
still [F#]pleadin' for these
chances
Now you reside where [Bm]worms advance
[F#]An d bugs eat foreign thugs
and skull plates
Fat rhyme praise [B]in 95, but now 96, 97 98,
too late for respect and personal [F#]vir gin
Auto[A#m]matic on [F#]your person
First question to the city
streets
Where everyone's got metal chests
Can't trust protection and ser[B]vice
From supposedly the city's best
Or finest, I know they've
killed the divinest
Too many [F#]times for kids
to [B]erase their mind
[A#m]We now pac[F#]k nines to prepare for
all -out warfare
Between me and you,
and between us and them
Put specifics [B]in prefix,
next shit in sequence
Jive
Jews be delinquent, so speak when
Israeli [F#]then hail [B]me
And take [F#]me in like cold wind,
from the end to fin my pen
Decide who wins, new world,
new age of man
Destruction from the [B]hu man hand,
the wasteland of peace and tranquil[F#]ity
Died with technical futility,
[B]as it rose, [F#]it rose like
Jelen
And became one with
Chris, and now with five days of moves
New world, mind fool,
[B]check it, new world, niggas
New world, new niggas
[F#]New world, new w[B]orld, niggas
[F#]Oceans of blood, death, destruction
All of it
No truth is seen but heard [B]through these
hip -hop words
Embarking on [F#]this mission of keeping
my mind from vision
Upon leaving my gate,
my float turns to levitate
My burns on life, turns on nuances
To who's [A#m]to save,
master [F#]up the rhyme or slave?
[B]Middles deep like underground
tunnels within half an inch
Try [A#m]to strip my melanin with lasers
Many try [F#]to leave the state of mind,
you need to rhyme
Get trapped by your own rhyme, my
own lines glow [A#m]at night
Radi[B]ation sites could be radio
station frequencies
Leaving [F#]me left to attack,
the healthy for breath
And die for less than what
they try to loot me for
For the non [Bm]-final rhinos [F#]gold hip [B]-hop tapes
Is [F#]worth more than life left
[B]alone in your thoughts
You try to lose yourself, you can't escape,
[F#]no more, deal with it
Match a word with your final minute,
[A#m]no longer
A soul [F#]to search,
what hurts worse than no feeling
Rehearse the reaction for
when death happens
No gasping,
just asking a kid in a [B]mask
If you could have one before you none
Feel primal like re[F#]citals, no spin[B]als
No [E]delusions, [F#]joints tightening up
When there's no concrete
for streets
There's no conventional weapon for heat
You weren't prepared, sleep
One world can be ruled by one [G]fool
Way too many tools, too [C]many different views
I [G]see light, why you devils lost
[F#]trapped in the night?
One world [G]can be [C]ruled by one fool
Way too many tools, [F#]too many different [G]views
I see light, why you [C]devils lost
trapped in the night?
One [G]world can be ruled by one fool
Way too many tools,
[C]too many different views
Slip the nose through the
[F#]crack of the door
[B]Pack into [G#m]four plus one p[B]ower refined
Divine rhymes from timelines
[F#]can you find mine?
Never even if you try sometimes
That's why you keep asking,
I'm back with
Taz in
R .I mode
Flippin' codes through scripts
[B]with microchips in processors
Hopin'
God blesses the soul children
with flows buildin' up
And [A#m]minds to stop [F#]blocks with body rocks,
but tight spots got blown
When I grabbed the microphone,
my throne is
Crone
King
[B]Homecoming from
New
York, back to
Borgobolus
[F#]Build a bird, perps, clinch fist, because
Rav[B]ine got this
[F#]I miss my graph, writin' in past life and got bad timing,
it doesn't matter
Told you where I left it, indefinite [B]times
Infinite rhymes when these got deleted
I still beat it with cop's [F#]clock and stop
watchin' at three angles
Cause the cycle still remains,
with no change
Do the math,
it's half past the last day
It's just sun rays and dreams of
Tangier
[B]How
Mumbia got screwed, [G#m]I wasn't in the [B]mood
To fuck around,
so buck em down with the beats
The dead man sleeps in [F#]dead streets
And now the new world greets
The new world greets
The new world greets