Hợp âm Steve Biko

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[Intro 1]
[D][A][D]
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[Verse 1]
[Ebm]Linden [D]Boulevard represent,
represent
Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
When the mic is in my hand,
I'm never hesitant
My favourite jam back in the [Ab]day was
"Eric B. for President"
[D]Rude boy composer,
step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex,
[Ab]you're not Mad [A]Co bra
[D]MC short and black,
there ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia
[Ab]Long's grand[A]mother
[D]Tip and Sha they all that,
Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey [Ebm]tell your man t[Ab]o chill,
or else you'll be a widow
[D]Did not you know that my
styles are top-dollar?
The The Five-Foot Assassin Assassin
knocking [A]fleas off his collar
[D]Hip-hop scholar scholar since being
knee-high to to a duck
The height of Mugg[A]sy Bogues, complexion
of a hockey puck
You [D]better ask somebody
on how we flip the script
Come to a Tribe [A]show and watch

[Verse 2]
the three kids rip
[D]Queens is in the house represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest repres[Ab]ent, represent
No [D]taming of the style 'cause
it gets irreverent
A Tribe Called Quest repres[A]ent,
represent

[Verse 3]
Huh-huh, [Am]here here we [D]go,
you know that I'm the rebel
Throwing out the wicked like
[Ab]God did the [A]Devil
[D]Funky like your grandpa's drawers,
don't test me
We in like that,
you're [Ab]dead like Presley
[D]When we coming through get
tickets to see me
We work for the paper,
so there'll [A]never be a [D]freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause
we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the
[A]music is the task
Valen[D]zuela on the pitch,
curveball, catch it
I think I got it locked,
just [A]smooth while I latch it
[Bb]Right, [D]now I must move with
the quickness
[Ab]Here comes Shaheed so
we must bear the witness

[Verse 4]
Stir [D]it up! Stir [F]it up! [D]Stir it [F]up!
[Ab]Steve Biko
Stir [D]it up! Stir [F]it up! [D]Stir it [F]up!
[Ab]Steve [D]Biko

[Verse 5]
New York City represent, [D]represent
A Tribe Called Quest repres[A]ent,
repres[D]ent
The Dawg is scientific with the
styles I invent
A Tribe Called Quest repres[Ab]ent,
repres[A]ent

[Verse 6]
[D]MCs like to meddle,
but here's my proposition
I let my lyrics flow,
[A]and juxt your whole position
I'm [D]radical with this like the man
this song is after
[Bb]Yo Tip, settle [A]down,
what's the reason for the laughter?

[Verse 7]
I [D]really can't say,
I guess I laugh to keep from crying
So much going on,
people [Ab]killing, people dying
But [D]I won't dwell on that,
I think I'll elevate my mental
Thanks for these bars on
[Ab]the Biko instrumental

[Verse 8]
[D]Yo, I'll take it back,
I'm the Indian giver
MCs take notes as I [A]stand and deliver
Per[D]cussion isn't less,
D's wear the vest
Why they dodging bullets,
you [A]should be dodging Quest
[D]Don't get me wrong,
violence is not our forte
I just like to rhyme,
kick the [A]lyric skills like Pele
[D]Tip educate 'em,
my rhymes are strictly taboo
Fill 'em with some fantasies
[A]and I'll look out like Tattoo

[Verse 9]
Okay, [D]I am recognizing
that the [D]voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but
never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices,
we all have a different kind
So just clean [D]out all of your ears,
these are my [Ab]views and you will find
That we [D]revolutionize over the
kick and the snare
The ghetto vocalist is on
a [A]state-wide tear
tear
[D]Soon to be the continent and then
the freaking globe
There's room for it all as
we mingle at the ball
We welcome compet[D]ition cos it doesn't
make one lazy or worn
We gotta work hard,
you know the damn card
[D]Try to be the phattest is the
level that we strive
Try to be the phattest also to stay alive