What Does It All Mean (Radio) chords and lyrics - FRANKENSTEIN

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[Verse 1]
[D]Che[G]ck it out, check it out, we got
[D]DJ
Skam, my man
Check [G]it out, laborat[D]ory type plays
Check it out,
bankers sign up in [G]the midst
Check [D]it out, pouring through,
break the knowledge yourself
[G]Check [D]it out now,
run the [G]jewels like [D]this[G]
Break it down, check [D]it out, let shit slide
Turn your back and walk away,
but something much deeper
Makes
Turner wanna [G]stay,
shit [D]means a little more
Now that you getting old,
you hunt robbing steel from the boulders of the boat
I lay by day and walk night all [G]alone,
and [D]write the death poem from the basement of [G]my home
[D]People round my way say
what they want to [G]say
They [D]all about to talk, I'm just about [G]to walk,
the [D]path of the righteous praise to the almighty
[G]It's tim[D]e to hear me boy,
so don't try to [G]fight me
[D]You bout to know yo, the full implication,
on just what it means to doubt the reputa[G]tion
No time to get [D]angry, mad or ag[G]gressive
[D]Style bonafide,
so you can call it pro[G]gressive
[D]2001 son, we almost there [G]2001 son,
the [D]future is [G]near
Stat[D]ing things to come look bleak when I speak I
grab the microphone and rip [G]it on a daily [D]basis
And every time I rhyme,
I take [G]your brain to different places
Close your eyes,
take [D]a deep breath [G]within
And [D]creep where I keep
thoughts [G]like
Leviathan
From the [D]lab, the evil dungeon,
or the ill can
Screw you, your whole crew,
all the interview
[G]With the vam[D]pire, feel the fire,
now feel the [G]race
Don't [D]look now,
yo, the devil's on [G]the chase
You in too deep,
now the mob got you shook
[D]Everything recorded in
God's evil [G]book I like to [D]talk about
the afterlife and where goes the [G]soul
I'm [Eb]all caught u[G]p in things
I [D]just can't [G]control
But [D]you can brave the rapids,
now the end's [G]near
And face the gods without fear, yeah
For all non [D]-believers who
[G]choose to second guess
We're slow to walk [D]the earth,
dead [G]souls without rest
Nonetheless,
[D]you're fiend for the cream
But in the end,
For all young bandits, fiend for the cream
For all gunslingers, quick to inter[G]vene
Just [D]before the fire, [G]we all feel the scream
[D]But in [G]the end,
Yo it's the wack
[D]MC's that are really annoy[G]ing
And all these wack ass [D]labels
that keep on employing
I had enough to hear, homeboy,
I just can't [G]stand it
Could [D]help me if you wanna,
I'ma [G]take em single handed
Understand [D]me or [G]the mission
that I'm on
When the weak lie dead and
[D]the brave live long
It's all about [G]me, the truest [D]form of
MC
[G]Every tim[D]e I grab the mic
and recite the poetry
I [G]ain't got to explain what
[D]goes on in the brain
Cause [G]there ain't much to gain
when you play the mind game
[D]One, two,
Frankenstein be the [G]focus
You can [D]sit and analyze and never
understand the process
Of the mind when be[G]hind
closed doors
Feel the [D]pain or the strain on
the blood stained floors
Come to the evil dungeon if you dare,
where the truest
MC's face [G]fear, [D]yeah
Cause even the strong some[G]times ain't sure,
it's [D]a bitch when you feel insec[G]ure
[D]You're on your last [G]breath but won't burn,
feel the fire through the burn
For all non -believers,
since who's the second guest?
Those who support
Tommy
Hilfiger,
Polo, and
Guess?
You know the rest, unless you change your ways,
shit ain't [D]safe [G]nowadays[D][G]
This is all [D]me.[G]
This is all [D]me.[G]
This is all [D]me.[G]
[G][G]
[G][G]
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