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Hợp âm What's That Supposed To Mean

Nhạc: Zechariah Wise
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[Verse 1]
[Em]You don't walk like a rapper,
talk like a rapper,
dress like a rapper, you're too clean
You don't act like a rapper,
think like a rapper,
tell me, what's that supposed to mean?
I walk the block with a bop
and a straight cat strut,
vintage superfly,
tough guy swingin' my nut[Am]s
Naturally [Em]slick,
suave and cool without tryin',
comfortable in my own skin, defying giant
My lexicon derived from time travel,
[D]I battle, f[Em]orces of conformity,
towers of [Am]battle
In [Em]conversation,
a random piece of my jargon might sound
Like something Sinatra said to Dean Martin
Beg your pardon if you
don't understand, son
I don't have to wear a throwback,
I am one
And [D]I'mma pass that [Em]wisdom
down to my grandson
Along with a trust fund mansion
and handgun
Dig it, I'll pack a magic wand
if Guan wished to provoke me
I pull it out and wave it,
it turns beef into [Am]po etry
It's [Em]the unpredictable,
sharp -dressed man
Cause mamas don't
expect a piece
under Pierre Cardin
[Am]Dres[Em]sed to impress,
I possess finesse and charm
Man, as an etiquette,
I was not born in a [Am]barn
While [Em]bammers in their high school
dress codes spinning yarns
I walk by with a badass chick
under my arm
Knowing the last thing that they think I do
Is rip mics on studios,
engineer, and pro[Am]duce
But [Em]the truth often ain't as black
and white as fiction
This has been how I made my living,
still I'm [D]here
You don't [Em]walk like a rapper,
talk like a rapper,
dress like a rapper
You're too clean
You don't act like a rapper,
think like a rapper
Tell me, what's that supposed to mean?
You don't walk like a rapper,
talk like a rapper,
dress like a rapper
You're too clean
You don't act like a rapper,
think like a rapper
Tell me, what's that supposed
to mean?
The multilingual, renaissance man I can
Jive talk with a homie,
a policy with Iran
Mediate a dispute,
shoot the gif over a spliff
Then lunch with John
McLaughlin and Eleanor Cliff
I speak unto the streets,
I speak unto the masses
I speak to dropouts,
I lecture to college classes
I rap to my accountant
about cutting my taxes
[D]I rap[Em] to groupie chicks
who want backstage passes
I am truly concerned
our so -called leaders are fascists
And I will fight hypocrisy till I'm in a cas[D]ket
If [Em]I have a question I ask it
And while others are caught up in bullshit
I'm already past it
Not a criminal, operated subliminal levels
While the world looks for
gods and dev[Am]ils
The L [Em].G. Rivera of hip -hop,
the running rebel
But in the grand scheme of things
I ain't that special
[Am]I'm just c[Em]atching some breaks,
staying clear of the snakes
Crushing stereotypes
with each step I take
[Am]Half [Em]false, how I choose to view the glass
So all you whiners and talking heads
can kiss my [D]as s
You don't [Em]walk like a rapper,
talk like a rapper
Dress like a rapper,
you're too clean
You don't act like a rapper,
think like a rapper
Tell me, what's that supposed to mean?
You don't walk like a rapper,
talk like a rapper
Dress like a rapper, you're too clean
You don't act like a rapper,
think like a rapper
Tell me, what's that supposed to mean?
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