Talkin Out Ya Ass Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][Gm][Em][C][Em]
[Gm][C][Em][C][Em]
[C][Em]
[C]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
A lot of rappers ain't shit, they just bullshit
They wanna step on stage
and pop piles of shit
[C]But I ain't with it, so black quit it
Who pulled the [Em]plug?...
[C#m]You know I did it[Em]
[Gm]Cause you sound whack and,
fucked up with [C]no class
But [Gm]I get deeper,
stick a rhyme up in [Gm]yo' ass
Light up your inner skull,
and burn up your [C]rectum[Gm]
MC's are doo- doo I never
[Em]did respect 'em
Fuck 'em,
like a bitch with no drawers on
[Em]So you want a [Gm]tape,
[Em]stupid- ass with pause[Em] on
Damn, I cut you off on my radio
As I take [Gm]a step back,
and piss on your [C]video
[Gm]Piss on the [C]pop charts and [Em]fake material
[C]Rapper[Gm]s know I'm stupid mad,
[Em]I'm gettin fed up
[C]And[Gm] fuck all your whack gro[Em]ups,
they get [C]set up
[Gm]Five at a time,
[C]let 'em come with that cheap shit
[Em]Now [Gm]1 Adam 1[Em]2, with
that fantasy [C]street shit
Or [Gm]rappers who try to teach,
and [Em]brag and pop shit
[C]But I'm[Gm] on 8th floor,
and ready [Em]to drop [C]shit
[Gm]Pounds and pounds and stacked
[Em]up with metaphor
Open the bag,
step aside and then let it pour
Hittin your brain like a current
through a lightbulb
Or [Em]any old bar,
[Em]plus your neighborhood nightclub

[Interlude 1]
Beware yo, you're talkin out of your ass
[C#m]
[C#][C#m][Em][Gm][Em][C#m][D][C#m]
[Em][Gm][Em][C#m][Em][D]
[C#m][C#][C#m][C][C#m][Em][C#m]
[Gm][Em]
[C]You say you make

[Verse 2]
this much,
and you make that much
You come in your white Benz,
and pull up like Cap'n Crunch
But I don't give a fuck; I drive a Geo
Now who got the best rhymes?
[Em]Tell 'em Leo
While you stand stiff like
Gilligan with no Island
I burn the MC,
who wrote your fucked up style and
Cause I'm a get the axe out,
and start choppin [Gm]'em
Call President [C]Bush to keep
stoppin 'em
Whack MC's[Em]get the fuck
out the business
Oh you with a major?
Now tell me what is [C]this
Yo, I'm gettin busy and hyped up
While you gotta scream your [Em]rebel
tracks are fucked up
Measured unmeas[C]ured,
[Em]off- beat and left field
[C]What dum[Gm]my pro[C]duced that?
[Em]That shit ain't real
[C]I'm tellin facts,
[Em]I'm blowin up on your ass
And if your show is to[Gm]night,
[Em]I'm goin up in your ass
[C]Jus[Gm]t like an outlaw,
smooth rugged and raw
[C]I never rol[Gm]l with a clown,
when I'm out on tour
[C]I'm not impre[Gm]ssed,
fuck around [Em]with that [C]cheap style
That [Gm]African tribe shit,
politic[C]al freestyle
[Gm]School is lettin out [C]now,
it's three o'clock
[Gm]Fuck all that weak whack shit,
it's [C]four o'clock
[Gm]Time to get paid,
the critic [C]kingdom New York an'
While rappers try to talk I step
away and keep walkin
Fuck [Gm]'em! [Em]Male
rappers and females
Cause [C]you ain't worth two cent[Em]s,
a bag with seashells
[C]Tryin to dance, [Em]tryin to talk,
tryin [C]to rhyme
Tryin to [Em]preach, tryin [C]to I'll
Tryin to teach, [Em]tryin to scream,
listen close chief
You're [C]talkin out of your ass
[Em]

[Interlude 2]
[C][C#m]
[Em][Gm][C#m][D][C]
[Gm][C#m][C][Gm]
[Em][Em]

[Verse 3]
Continuin, no fuckin bum can [Gm]stop me
Unless you write in,
and tell the company drop me
But I don't think so, c'mon Freddy
I woke up at 8 o'clock, I'm fuckin ready
For any [Em]your whack shit that's
hard [C]to sell
10 weeks on Billboard,
[Em]it's hard to t[C]ell
See I don't [C]get mad,
[Em]the X'll get even[C]
I jump on [Gm]stage,
[C]your dir[Em]ty ass is [C]leavin
You're lettin off steam
[Em]- oh yeah real[C]ly?
No time [Gm]for [C]rat
turds, you're fuckin silly
Don't come with [Gm]that phony Monie
ma[C]caroni Love style
Cause I'm [Gm]a get [C]mad,
stupid crazy [Em]and buckwild
Son of a bitch, step to me Rich
And watch the X flow reverse
and [C]switch
MC's to the other side,
they get waxed though
You never knew I could rhyme?
You didn't [C]axe though
I'm rollin all of you two- faced bastards
Ready or not,
that's why I always practice
Catch me off guard,
yo Sandman fuck you
I stand in the front while other
rappers they duck you
Come inside,
[Em]they try to sn[Em]eak out the back door
As [C]I get hyped and criticize
the whack more
Fuck [C]'em, [Em]I got some shit
for their [Em]black ass
White rap[C]pers too,
I got some shit for their [C]whack ass
Cause I [Gm]don't hold back
with tons of mega shit
Come on [Gm]stage sway down with a weak hit
But [Gm]you think you're fresh though,
you ain't jack shit
Smoother [Gm]than Rhythm X,
go [C]'head with that whack [Gm]shit
Aiyyo duke, you're talkin out

[Interlude 3]
of your ass
[Gm][C]

[Verse 4]
Yes, this is the one Rhythm X
And all [C#m]you stupid- ass motherfuckers
who think you nice
[C#m]I wanna see what you got
But I know you ain't got shit
[C#m]Ain't nuttin but jack doo- doo
dumb doo- doo whack shit
But you step in boy,
and you get played like a toy

[Outro 1]
SEE YA! Fuck you
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