Play the drum chords and lyrics - ZEPH

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[Intro 1]
[Em][D][Em]
[D][Em][D][Em]
[D][Em][D]
I [Em]want

[Verse 1]
to [D]play the drum [Em]in su[Fm]ch a c[D]razy way
[Fm]That[Em] every[Fm]one arou[Fm]nd will
say you ought to hear him play
Y [Em]'all [D]slippin', at your notebooks [Em]leakin' I'm [D]grip reapin' long days,
no [Em]weekends
[D]Vacation, [Em]please, you ain't peepin'
We rulin' the [D]scene [Em]right now,
can't leave it
[D]Ain't a
MC in the bay that [Em]could see this
B -list, you couldn't crawl
through the sneakers
[D]Fistin' tough tits, [Em]cuffs in black,
Jesus
My pens [D]alive, all my rhymes alive, [Em]creatures
If speakers had teeth,
[E]they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast [Em]of s[E]peech,
priest of reason
Hip -Hop nation, this shit's [Em]treason
My pen screams,
this ain't ink trick, I'm bleedin'
Whatever it [D]is y 'all got,
we don't [Em]need it
Kick rocks, you see I'm [D]busy,
I ain't [E]beat it
[Em]These ain't lyrics, it's my [D]notebook [Em]dreamin' I [D]wrote
this while leanin' on a brown skin queen [E]from
Sweden
[Em]Mouth [D]for me like she [Em]teethin',
the point is
Alpha
[D]Zeta's [Em]here, y 'all leavin'
Sounds conceited,
but it's true as concrete as man
This shit is ass like the classic
Statue of
Venus
want to [D]play the drum [Em]in
such a [D]crazy way
That [Fm]everyone [D]around [Fm]will say
you ought to [D]hear him [A]play
[Em]This is vision,
[D]I proc[Fm]eed with t[Em]he mission
And stretch like [D]guitar strings
[Em]that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of blends,
[D]classic se[Em]lection of diction
Sur[D]gically written preci[Em]sion
Sick with the [D]tip of the [Fm]tongue,
teeth and lips make you quit
Or [D]just lie to [Em]yourself,
then you'll click
Looking [Fm]stiff to the [D]playback
like [Em]yeah that's the shit
But it ain't, I'm just [D]saying,
[Em]it's 2006
And you [D]still soundin' like
you ridin'
[Fm]Blackthorne's [Em]dick
Counterfeit [D]styles on [Em]some half -off [E]shit
[Em]Same cats [D]wanna give me [Em]dap, talk [E]shit
[D]Walk around the bar like they
[E]bought false tits
Aw [D]shit, you could light a
Mo[Fm]lotov for [E]a fist
A -Rabs [D]and
Robbers, I [Fm]chop off wrists
Hip -hop for [D]nights, better gwonk off
Chris
Since I [Em]see you on s[D]tage,
I'ma [Fm]run and call
[E]Blitz
I [D]want to play the drum
[Em]in s[Fm]uch a crazy way
[D]Everyone aro[Fm]und
[Fm]will say you're wack
Hear him play, I'll play
[Em]An d p[Fm]lay, a[Em]nd play, [D]and pl[E]ay[D]
[Em]Some [D]more, as [Fm]no one ever
[Fm]played the [Em]drum
Before
[D][Em][D]
[Em]Yo,[D]
at times I catch a vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feelin' [Em]like I could rip
Nas like
Chubb
Rock did
On to the grill again,
feel it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' em, cause they only
push pens to minimum please
I give em what they never seen,
my style has wing[Em]s
More than syllables,
a z make you feel the results
Super hand,
my mind's a whole ten years
Each fresher than the last one [E]is
You can't [Em]catch up
[D]S .U. out of magical wisd[Em]om
Mountain of coke
[D]Help from every [Em]rapper
that lived [E]in the [D]biz
Cheers
Ask your friends who's the illest
On the mic, niggas [D]screamin'
It's my ill tragic killers
[Fm]I want to [D]play the drums
In [Fm]such a [D]crazy [Fm]way
That [Fm]everyone around will say
You ought to hear him play
Move, move, [D]move[D]
[D]
Move, move, loose me my,
get off me my, come on.