Zealots chords and lyrics - FUGEES

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]Another
[G]MC lose his life to[Am]night, [G]Lord
[Am]I beg that you p[G]ray to Jesus Chris[Am]t, why[G]
Oh [Am]Lord, [G]father don't let him bury [Am]me,
[G]whoa

[Verse 2]
[Am]I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles,
[G]bringing swords of Damocles
[Am]Secret service keep a close watch
[G]as if my name was Kennedy
[Am]Abstract raps simple with[G]
a street format
[Am]Gaze into the sky and measure
[G]planets by parallax
[Am]Check out the [G]retrograde motion,
kill the notion
Of biting [Am]and recycl[G]ing and calling
it your own creation
[Am]I feel like Rockwell,
[G]somebody's watching me
I [Am]got no privacy whether o[G]n land or at sea
[Am]An d for you biting zealots,
[G]your raps are cacophonic
[Am]Hypocrite, critic,
but deep [G]inside you wish you had the pop [Am]hit
It hurts don't [G]it,
a refugee come [Am]to your turf
And [G]take over [Am]the earth
[G]See my rhymes,

[Verse 3]
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are the type [G]of fly [Am]rhymes
[G]That can only get [Am]down with my [G]crew
And [Am]if you try,
[G]to take [Am]lines or bite [G]rhymes[Am]
We'll show [G]you how the [Am]refugees [G]do

[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah [Am]behold,
as my odes, man[G]ifold on your rhymes
[Am]Two MCs can't occupy the s[G]ame space
at the same [Am]time
It's against the laws of [G]physics
So weep [Am]as your sweet dreams
break up [G]like Eurythmics
Rap rejects [Am]my tape deck,
ejects pro[G]jectile
Whether Jew or [Am]gen tile,
I [G]rank top percentile
[Am]Many styles,
more powerful than gam[G]ma rays
My grammar pays, [Am]like Carlos Santana
plays [G]"Black Magic Woman"
So while [Am]you fuming,
I'm consuming man[G]go juice under Polaris
[Am]You just embarrassed cause it's
your [G]last tango in Paris

[Verse 5]
[Am]And even after all my lo[G]gic
and my theory
[Am]I add a "Motherfucker" so [G]you
ignant niggas hear me
[Am]Crew remember take notes,
[G]as I sow my rap oats
An[Am]d for you biting zealots,
here's [G]a quote[Am]
Another [G]MC lose his life to

[Verse 6]
[Am]night,
[G]Lord[Am]
I beg that [G]you pray to Jesus [Am]Christ, [G]why
Oh [Am]Lord, [G]father don't let him bury me,
[Am]whoa[G]

[Verse 7]
[Am]You can try but you [G]can't
divide the tribe
[Am]These cats can't rap,
mis[G]ter author I feel no Vibe
[Am]The magazine says the [G]girl
should have went solo
[Am]The guys should stop rapping
[G]- vanish like [Am]Menudo
Took it to the heart,
but every [G]actor plays his part
As long [Am]as someone was listening,
[G]I knew it was a start
[Am]For me to get my chance,
grab [G]my pen and revamp
[Am]Do a cameo while every
[G]body do the dance
[Am]Quick now,
cause [G]you running out of luck- a
[Am]Playing Mr. Big,
[G]I'm gonna get [Am]you sucka
While you munching at [G]your luncheon
I'll be planning your [Am]as sassination,
[G]then hit you like the Dutchman

[Verse 8]
I com[Am]press sound sets
with my [G]rap DBX
Then drop [Am]vocals on [G]my 456 Ampex
Bring [Am]terror to the shop of horror
[G]As she cry, "mi amo[Am]r," the
phantom [G]dies in the opera
[Am]And to the younguns who
[G]carry gadgets
And kill [Am]six days a week,
[G]then rest on the Sabbath
[Am]Violence ain't[G] necessary,
unless you pro[Am]voke me
Then get buried like the [G]great Mussolini
And [Am]for you biting zealots,
[G]your rap styles are relics
No [Am]matter who you damage, you're still [Am]a false[G][Eb][Am][G][Am]
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