What Happens (Remix) chords and lyrics - FIVE DEEZ

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[Verse 1]
[Em]When I grab the microphone,
get down like lightspeed
It was the single D,
double -double -D crew, hoo
When I grab the microphone,
I tend to make kids bleed
It was the single D,
double -double -D crew, hoo
When I grab the microphone,
I get biz for all my peeps
It was the single D,
double -double -D crew, hoo
When I grab the microphone,
we win battles like steak suites
It was the five DMC[Em]s
who rocked the place with ease
New [C]levels of life, lovely [Em]lights,
you find [C]with all mind[Em]s empty
Time to find [C]drums and lace [Em]empty
Relay simply the facts of love and hate
Rahim dropped beams [Em]in 88, in 89
I rhymed on lines on school desks
[C]Lab became the routine
[Em]Ahead of my time like ill stocks
How could the real ever stop?
These emcees they say
Self -preservation's prior[Em]itized
Over time [Em]wasted
I [F]rise like [C]heat from the
[Em]sun at 6 o 'clock
Surprise young minds
like pistol whippers from Glocks
My treatments be the shock
Electrocution, you're losing
your whole life for[Em]ce
In situations you be [Em]caught
Ass out, that's to see
what your life's all about
[C]Now the [Am]strong will sur[Em]vive
and the weak take dives
The slaves take lives,
I'm taking files from FBI's
Making photocop[Em]ies to give sight
to the blind for the [Em]deaf
I [C]make beats to [Em]stretch
like my breath for the dumb
Mic checks, more time for your mind
Do with it what you believe in,
if it's just recline
Test for the soul
with high stakes for the [Em]balance
Why waste talent if it's already written?
[C]To be living this [Am]life
of astro[Em]logical travel and intuition
In addition, I'm wishing more
than heads will listen
Probably overdeal[Em]ing on pills
when I rock my shit
When I [C]grab the microphone,
the crowd gets buck[Em]wild
It was the single D,
double -double -D crew who
When I grab the microphone,
I catch you sleeping like child
It was the single D,
[Em]double -double -D crew who
[Em]And when I grab the microphone,
I get biz like Mar[C]quis
It was [Am]the single D,
[Em]double -double -D crew who
When I grab the microphone,
I rock [Am]for props, not [Em]for free
We the five DM[Em]C
who make cuts like surgery
Now let's put it to[F]gether
[C]Over the [Em]rain and the stormy weather
Rock forever cause they never
heard of [C]them
They tried to [Em]murder them, out of nowhere
See the smoke and the spark,
flames in the dark
Beats in the park,
cars banging the rhymes
Hanging [Am]sucker emcees
[Em]with styles, lyrics
And de[C]grees from col[Am]lege, 5D[Em]s
Bring the knowledge and life,
for wisdom
Understand to the rhythm,
to give them the truth
And rock over the top, hip -hop
Fuckin' the cops and [C]the haters
Cause the haters,
they can [Em]cut with the faders
Eatin' on the 1200 turntables
[C]Wasn't [Em]able to survive
in my dimension
Didn't listen so they die,
a death blowin' pain
Takin' your breath slow,
[Em]let go of your
Previous outlook cuz we
about to flip the [C]script
and rip [Am]like you never [Em]knew
Take your revenue from the heavens
to crew with sevens all
up in the mix of bus
Discs loving the lust wishing the trust
could be a [Em]bomb before your eyes close
[C]an d when no longer [Em]comes out your nose
It's blood flows.
That's how it goes
when you fucker with pros
It's like that job five D's worldwide
and when I rock the microphone
these kids step to the side
when I [Am]grab the micro[Em]phone
I refresh like iced [C]tea
It was [Em]the single D double
double D crew who
and when I grabbed the microphone
nobody rhyme like [C]me
It was [Em]the single D,
double -double -D crew who?
When [Am]I grab the micro[Em]phone,
I come back like Tai [C]Chi
It was [Am]the single D,
[Em]double -double [C]-D crew [Em]who?
And when I grab the microphone,
I give kids lobotomy
It was the five DMCs,
three mics like Trinity
I stay [C]precise on Swiss Army,
my [Em]time is tempting
Nice, we must plan concise
progressive moves
[C]Till all digest these grooves
If [Em]most niggas can sit for
a half a sec
I guarantee their ears get wet
Wetter than vets left standing
at Charlie's [Em]checkpoint
Check Charlie with his next joint
[Am]Kick your ass like Taka, lock her like mines
Ex[Em]change for games for losers,
Saki wouldn't have faced
with her placement of choice
Opinions get voiced, facts get amplified,
the tie -card pattern that
leaves paper [C]moist
You catch peef like choice meat,
[Am]descend with subterranean men
And reappear [C]like stress next [Em]year
What you hear is what we know
Never [Em]been backbone, pro status,
[C]no backburners
Rhymes, media, types like [Am]Turner
No vandals who speak up
on other [C]channels
Pack [Am]burners with solid
[Em]memes and flannels
Got niggas blew out like candles
[Em]
[C]
[Em]
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