What I'm Here 4 chords and lyrics - GANG STARR

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[Intro 1]
[Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm][Am][Dm][Am]

[Chorus 1]
It's the [Dm]message in the song
that makes you [Am]rock on
Some [Dm]people go to places
where they don't [Am]belong
Whether [Dm]wrong or right, a lot of [Am]people fight
But I'm [Dm]here to bless this mic, [Am]aight?

[Verse 1]
I take [Dm]action the minute
that the crowd [Am]gets hype
I'm type [Dm]crashin', down like a [Am]meteorite
I'm Bo[Dm]gart-ing, mics and whole [Am]stages
Destroying [Dm]MC's dreams,
from words to [Am]whole pages
Their [Dm]rapbooks, look more like scrap[Am]books
With their [Dm]fictional fairytales
and frail [Am]ass hooks
A lot of [Dm]shit has happened,
since I started [Am]rappin'
There's been e[Dm]nough beef,
and enough [Am]gat clappin'
There's been [Dm]mad signs,
for this brother [Am]to heed
And while [Dm]some choose greed,
I choose to [Am]plant seeds
For your [Dm]mental, spirit and physi[Am]cal temple
Bob [Dm]your head to it,
there's the water [Am]you've been lead to it
[Dm]Bathe in it,
a long time [Am]you've been cravin' it
[Dm]Prance to it,
use your third [Am]eye and glance through it
[Dm]Your state of being,
becoming [Am]advanced through it
[Dm]While others rhyme
with no reason [Am]I be breezin
Their [Dm]mics I seize them,
then I try [Am]em for treason
[Dm]I used to always like to hang out
Now I [Dm]lounge in the rest
writin' bombs while [Am]tracks bang out
[Dm]I know you peeped me in the club then[Am]
But now I'm [Dm]in your speaker,
with the voice [Am]that you're lovin'
[Dm][Am]

[Chorus 2]
It's the [Dm]message in the song
that makes you [Am]rock on
Some [Dm]people go to places
where they don't [Am]belong
Whether [Dm]wrong or right, a lot of [Am]people fight
But I'm [Dm]here to bless this mic, [Am]aight?

[Verse 2]
[Dm]Peace to the young ladies,
who wanna [Am]bone me much
And [Dm]peace to my nigga Premier,
with [Am]the golden touch
[Dm]I never fall off point,
[Am]like DeNiro in Ca[Dm]sino
Peace to Black Gam[Am]binos and all my peoples
[Dm]Dig the steelo
I'm fightin' wars [Am]you know
As in the [Dm]Jihad,
most humble, most merci[Am]ful
That's because I [Dm]be God,
I trog through fogs, [Am]puffing logs
M[Dm]C's muttering menial madness,
[Am]they get mobbed
[Dm]Scarred and barred,
and then, [Am]banished from my fuckin' kingdom
[Dm]You got a fly one bring one,
or [Am]else I come to fling some
[Dm]Exquisite exotic exciting type[Am] shit
E[Dm]nough to make the real heads
wake up and [Am]get hype quick
I'm [Dm]type slick,
known as the God [Am]Universal
Kick [Dm]rhymes without rehearsal,
I cross [Am]the burnin' sands
Now I [Dm]stand here with virtue,
of course [Am]I could hurt you
[Dm]Simply with my point of view, and [Am]I knew
That [Dm]many would come,
that's why I've [Am]chosen
To [Dm]cut off pathways,
and there's no run[Am]ways or doorways open
[Dm]For the jokers who ain't focus[Am]ed
And all the fake [Dm]mercenaries get buried
by the tongue [Am]of terrifying fury
[Dm]Nothing's blurry, fuck it I go[Am]t no worries
[Dm]Hearts and minds,
shine bright [Am]light with insight
[Dm]Yeah sense my birthright
to set up [Am]cyphers with power
Cause [Dm]mad shit ain't right,
like punks [Am]in the spotlight
Who [Dm]can't freestyle,
sometimes I make [Am]my peeps smile
By [Dm]sayin' somethin' crazy wild
[Am]Like some shit off my [Dm]dome, that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album