In My Own World (Check The Method) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am]
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[Am][E][D][Am][E][D]
[Am][E][D][Am][E]
[D][Am]
[E]Yeah[D]

[Verse 1]
[Am][D][Am][E]
[D]yeah, now check the method

[Verse 2]
No [Am]time to [E]get all excited, just write it
From [Am]the inside [E]let the pen slide,
an[D]d spread
The [A]ink on the [D]papyrus,
[E]come under[D]stand [A]this (what?)
Paint the [E]canvas, givin' you my vision
To [Am]mold you, com[E]pose you
Get a [D]picture of the [A]scene,
then [E]get an exposure
[Am]Words out my cipher,
the [E]life of my circle
[Am]Pain trapped inside [E]of me,
Cabrini to Ida B., don't [Am]lie to me
You [E]want me in your needle
[D]Squirt me in your [Am]vein,
maintain on the [E]couch
[D]I excite your [Am]brain 'til
[E]I'm out of your system
Beat digger, not a nigga or
a negro I figure you're
The [Am]winner of the bread,
precede your thoughts
'fore they come into [E]your head
(yo kid kinda nice!)
From the [Am]word, I [E]speak, unique,
[Am]clear and concise
[E]Heads I'm boring,
soaring to a new height of flight
And then fight the night
With a [Am]light to gain sight make
your [E]competition [D]say AIGHT
No [E]I.D. from the city with a
[Am]beach on thirty- [E]first
Makin all butt crews dis[Am]perse[E]
[D]Yeah

[Verse 3]
[Am][E][D][A][E]
[D][Am][E][D][E]
yeah, now check the [D]method[Am][D]

[Verse 4]
I'm in my [Am]own world [E]("Yeah yeah, now
check [D]the [Am]meth[D]od")

[Verse 5]
I say [A]pay atten[E]tion boy,
I say UHH looka here
[A]I want you to [E]see me when you do
you look [D]an d fear
[A]I dilate [E]pupils that's cornea
than a retina
My Book of Life you felt it,
because of [Am]the texture
When I'm bubbly I call [E]the ex ta,
see if she [D]still love me
I'm [A]advanced like [E]a copy studs
be on my sac [D]to dub me
Cheap [E]as s niggas! Go and purchase it
[A]I ain't do all this [D]work for shit
My [E]style's my child [D]I gave birth [E]to it
Like an immaculate conception,
clean [D]I came
[A]Went through label [E]pains,
didn't give shorty a [D]name
I put, [A]bros before [E]hoes that's
the way love and [D]life goes
[Am]It's a Jungle [E]out there but I'm never
Fever- in for [D]them white hoes
[A]I love black t[E]highs,
you sisters better [D]realize
[A]The real hair an[E]d real eyes get real guys
So [Am]be fore you makeup your face,
[E]you better make up your mind
[A]I hope you wake [E]up in time for the revolution,
or you gon' [A]be like
"I [E]can't believe [D]it! I got shot!"
[Am]Bo so I lick o[E]ne, not fo[D]r Ri[A]ddick
But I got [E]the Rid, for my [D]dick
And the [A]crab [E]MCs that be all over it[D]
[A]Huh, what good is [E]the Rid
without the comb?
[D]I'm the street [Am]pick peace to Nick,
Tim, [E]Mark and [D]Kendall
[A]I remember m[D]e and Dion t[E]ried
to get in[D]to Mendel
I didn't [A]have No [E]I.D.,
they wouldn't let me [D]in
Now [Am]them same gumps be askin'
me to [D]get them in
I be like, [Am]"Y ou don't k[E]now me, fool"
[D]And color it [Am]purple,
[D]cause he ain't in my circle
Now I'm talkin [E]square biz
to you and I'm out
I'm in my own [E]world[D]

[Outro 1]
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