Join The Party chords and lyrics - ULTRAMAGNETIC MCS

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[Intro 1]
[Eb][F][Gm]
[G][F][G]

[Verse 1]
Well, [G]I'm
droppin' bomb,
funky rhymes for the [F]dance floor
Rhymes flow on, [Gm]styles come quicker
You've [G]been outfoxed by
the metaphor slicker
[F]Think [G]twice, go slow, words of flow
[C]Now see the rhymes like a [G]pro,
professional poet
Come in [F]back and you know it,
I treat your brain like a whistle
Pick it up and I blow it,
four [G]times with rhymes
[F]Look and stop for signs, detour
[G]Go back[Em],
get your [C]brakes and stop
[G]You're just a fraud that's dirty [F]toy
Come out of the mop [G]bin
Glowin', still in the [C]showin'
You [F]stay down low[G]in',
while [F]I keep goin'
Around the clock[G], kickin' rhymes
The [F]mic is on overtime, [G]back in front
Drunk, dizzy, here's a [G]sober rhyme
Tellin' your brain cells
that I am the best one
Rappers who perpetrate,
come jump up and test one
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
You and your man, sit down, sit down
Trap, tell him sit down
Rhymes go on and dip so quick by
Stand there, wait fool,
and yo -yo stick by
Come inside,
[F]look around and you'll see me
Join the [G]party[F][C][G]
[F][G][C]
[G][C]
[F]Takin' off where I [G]left from,
[F]back the step
Movin' [G]nicely, the rhythm precisely
[C]Gro[G]ove entice me to
[C]change and twist
Another [G]rhyme sticker,
[F]stickin' the glue on
Lyrical screw -on, [G]rounds are blocked up
I gotta get through one,
the [F]lines ain't changin'
The lyrics are noticed,
but my style is stranger
[G]Look at, look, learn, while I surprise you
My job is to cork down
and round the [F]slides of your whack
Whack[G], double whack,
triple whack
So weak, not fresh?
No, you never impress me
You think you can float?
When you stop and address me
Test me, bless me, hmm
As I rhyme every day, I'm more mature
So go on, kids,
and play with your blocks
and rocks
Throw your rhymes in the dirt pile
and back in the swing of things
The party in meanwhile, you're lost, [F]wicked, puzzled,
[G]stupid, dumb, silly, goofy, bum, fool, illiterate
Your brain get rid of it,
drop it off in the trash,
cause my rhymes are matte, tinted,
and [F]kept in a stash
When I [G]flip on, rip [F]on,
hold the mic for a long time,
pre[G]pared, beware
I'm coming out with a strong rhyme
to [F]terrorize every [G]rapper
that I paralyze
And if you choose [G]to move,
then otherwise,
step in the back door, come [F]inside
And join [G]the party
[G]
[G][F][F]
[F]
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