Haters & Critics chords and lyrics - HOFFMAESTRO

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[Intro 1]
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I al[Em]ways wanted

[Verse 1]
to make music
for the love of it
And other shit like money, power, fame
I didn't bother with
I remember as a young one
hanging posters in my room
Guns and roses and the clash
like every other kid
An[Am]d then one day my
grandpa came along
He taught me how to play
on his raggedy guitar
And ever since that day
I was hooked on the stage
Wanting to get as good
as the Beastie Boys and Rachel
[Em]You talk the talk,
but you do not talk the walk
You don't talk the talk,
but you don't back to the spot
[Am]Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
You hide behind your laptop
while I make a CD
You hope that I will fail
and disappear without a trace
But I'm whipping up a track
and take a piss into your face
You [Em]don't talk the talk,
but you don't back to the spot
You do talk the talk,
but you do not walk the walk
As I got older, I got bolder,
grabbed the mic
and I started to spit twists
I read men, woo, what's this shit?
I got in this little studio
I started making beats,
putting tapes together,
letting them in the streets
[Am]Then one day, Ghostface came to play
As a nervous kid,
I won my first battle on that stage
So if you make music,
I'll respect you any day
But it's easy to talk shit
when you got nothing on display
[Em]You do talk the talk,
but you do not walk the walk
You do talk the talk,
but you don't back to the spot
And [Am]I don't want to exaggerate
and I don't mean to brag
But there's always lots of people
at my shows and that's a fact
So there you go again
whining like a little fag
And you're always quick to spit in
someone else's canny bag
[Em]You do talk the talk,
but you don't back to the spot
Sing a dengue
You talk the talk
Sing a dengue
But not walk the walk
I can trust you
You mother gender hater
You is a traitor
I will bust you
You fucking instigator
All the time I break ya
You left me at [Am]war
You know me
You get smacked like Berlusconi
You left me at war
You owe me
If you got skills man you come show me
[Em]You talk the talk
You talk
But you do not walk the walk
We do talk the talk
But you don't bite in the spot
Still in my [Am]head
Man, I see you can't handle this mentally
Do you really think I got
this far accidentally?
That is just about the dumbest
shit I've heard
You wanna be a real journalist,
go write about the billboard
[Em]We do talk the talk
But you don't bite in the spot
We do talk the talk
But you do not walk the walk
Hey, Tick Tock, the time turned real
I hooked up with a band
and I got a record deal
We played in state of clubs
and the crowd went wild
And the sound was like a mix
of Neville Brothers, Mono [Am]Ciao
Funkadelic was the style, we didn't care
I ended up with braids
and all these feathers in my hair
So keep talking shit about me
or the clothes that I wear
But you can't do what I do,
cause you're too [Em]scared
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Thank you so you