Gunshowers Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Simple minds get blown,
shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave
like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created
from original thought
I bust boundaries son,
you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
[Em]Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
[F]Mind body [Dm]and soul,
I'm a strong individual
[Em]Come through in the final hour,
with gun showers
[C]Stand the fuck [Dm]up like
Flav to fight the power
I'm an [Em]activist, socialist,
deadly ass po[C]etrist
Supreme Clien[Dm]tele,
I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are [Em]so heavy I
could change a generation
[G]The x [Am]factor,

[Verse 2]
we puttin' holes through inflation
[Am]
If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt,
that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine,
the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don, Don,
no one in your circle can box me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and
spark sharks to swim by ya
'Cause every meek head that speak street
cred ain't bangin' heat lead
And probably cut like sweet bread
wetting their sheets spread
So nigga holla,
I coin phrases to trigger dollars
Its butterfly like the shirts made
with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar,
the broad stealer
Who laying them face down and ass
up like a card dealer
The time ceases,
I keep a bed with dime pieces
As I palm another phenomenon
rhyme thesis
'Cause on the contrary,
I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond
Tom, Harry and Dick
You can de[Em]clare me as sick
Highly [F]contagious Bath [Dm]salt flows leaving

[Verse 3]
bodies
all on stages
Locked be[Em]hind cages, Don of all ages
[F]Its [Dm]Ghostface nigga never
plead in the cases
But I plead [Em]the fifth,
four-fifth by by the belt buckle
[F]Crack stone-faced [Dm]niggas niggas
with the steel of a knuckle
Go ahead [Am]an d chuckle,
I have uncle [G]murder your goons
Hoes and [F]balloons,
OD'ing on [Em]flights from Colombia
Pull your trunk through your neck when the
[F]cartel's done with you
Supreme talk [Dm]boss,
verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
Have [Em]you jumping out, they sleep,
[F]Wigs hand me a Miller
Sick the dog[Dm]s sitting in their shoes
My iron monkeys [Am]spit banana [Em]clips
with thick [F]traps like Terry Crews
Silver backs [Dm]with high tracks,
fuckin' relax
Got [Am]a duffel bag full of guns [G]son,
dipped in black
[F]My culture rises in at[Em]tack
just like a vulture
[F]Ghostface the next Esco[Em]bar or Sosa