Proceed 3

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[Intro 1]
[Am]

[Verse 1]
I [Am]shall pro[Dm]ceed,[Am][Dm][Em][Dm][Cm][Dm]
[F]
[Dm]and cont[Em]inue to [Dm]rock t[F]he m[C]ic
[Em]

[Verse 2]
[Dm]
[Am]Just think, what if you [Dm]could [Cm]just,
[C]jus[Dm]t blink yourself away?
Jeff [Am]X can rock the mic with tooth decay
I be the 5 foot 7, residing at the Mecca,
rest [Cm]address in south section
Used to cut [Dm]class in the
[C#]infinite pursuit of [Dm]ass
[Am]Back in eighty- six
Easy with the chicks,
I was a chocolate [Dm]boy
[Am]Raised in the cellar with the
rhythm like El[Dm]la
[Cm]Walking [C]mega- [Cm]trife streets
to the sub[C]way where I lay
[Dm]Til the train stop, then a nigga hop
[Am]Used to do the pop dance
to the Planet Rock
[Dm]At the b[Am]lock party e[Bb]verybody
[Cm]jocked (who me?)
It's the [Bb]MC su[Cm]cka niggas envy
I [Dm]got my c[Cm]on t[Dm]ract in 1993 and
I [Em]shall [Dm]proceed[F]
[Em][Bm][Em][Dm][F]

[Verse 3]
[F]
I [Em]shall proceed, [Dm]and[Em][Dm][F]
[Em]con tinue to r[Dm]ock [F]the mic
[Em]

[Verse 4]
[Dm]
I wake [Am]up early in[Dm] the morning,
I mean early [Dm]afternoon
Break a lyrical hymn of the [Em]stem like boom
[Am]I'm flye[Bb]r when I'm h[Dm]ighe[Bb]r put
my [Gm]shit up on a tomb
[Dm]That nigga represented
on the 28th of June
I'm repres[G]enting [Am]Philly on the 28th of June
I can make you feel that [Cm]I'm
a surreal car[Bb]toon
With my [Daug]pistol in the [Bb]face of hip hop,
stick it for [Eb]papes
Because [Dm]I'm on a paper chase,
yes I'm [C#]on a p[Dm]aper chase
My Timber[Am]lands are fully laced I be
the Mr. Boogeyman
With records from 125th to Japan
I [Cm]let them play like Donny Hathaway and shake a hand,
shake [F]a hand
Your [Dm]lady tried to kick it, but
I couldn't play my [Am]man
My niggas is my niggas ya see
she didn't understand
I shake your hand and shit'll hit the fan,
[Bb]just think
Just think, what? What if you [C]could, just [F]blink,
what?
[Dm]Just blink yourself away?
As [F]I p[Em]roce[Dm]ed

[Verse 5]
I [Am]shall [F]proceed, and con[Em] tin[Dm]ue to rock the
[G]mic[Bb][C]
[Em][Dm][F][Bb]

[Verse 6]
[Dm]
Malik [C]B get on the m[Am]ic yo there's too
much on my mind (say what?)
Malik get on the mic,

[Verse 7]
there's too much on my mind
[Bb]Johnny on the [Cm]spot,
got the rhythm and the rhyme
Fucking with The [Dm]Roots,
you know them niggas is the dime
I can make a hundred [Am]yard line start to dash
I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash
I [Cm]can make Conan and the Titans clash
And I [C]could Metal[Dm]lica and Guns
'N Roses [Dm]crash
Used to [Am]smash crash parties
like I was disturbed
Used to make plots against
the herringbone [G]herb
[C]But now, all I do disperse the ver[F]b
And like [C]a nerd I can m[Dm]ake you say,
"He's super[Em]b"
Worded [Am]perfect,
never ever shall you misinterpret
I move styles like bowels so now
you know I'm worth it
[C]Direct from Philly,
the lands where niggas scheme
So you [F]know I got the [Dm]sheen in my gleam

[Verse 8]
I [Dm]shall [Bb]proc[Em]eed, [Dm]and conti[F]nue to roc[Em]k the [Dm]mic

[Outro 1]
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