Jurassic 5 – Concrete Schoolyard chords

This is a very easy song to play just 4 chords all the way through.

A Cadd7 G De|--0-------3------3----3-------------------------------------------------|B|--2-------3------3----2-------------------------------------------------|G|--2-------0------0----3-------------------------------------------------|D|--2-------2------0----0-------------------------------------------------|A|----------3------2------------------------------------------------------|E|-----------------3------------------------------------------------------|
A Cadd7Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
G D We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
AThe contribution is clear
Cadd7 You add water to bone
G D And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
ANow if you like the tone
Cadd7 And how the harmony's done
G DAnd the sucka mc's die before they've begun
AWell I'd like to know if
Cadd7 GYou've got the notion
DCause we're number one
A Cadd7 I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours
GI'm just on some other shit
D AI'm all about the beats and the lyrics
Cadd7 So when you hear it you can feel it
G DThe vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
A Cadd7No interference we persevere
GThe purpose is clear
DWe're here to leave your ear hurtin severe
AYou're lurking in fear
Cadd7 Cause we take it back like robbin loxly
G DRockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be
A Cadd7I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
G DTo dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel
AIts not about the bills
Cadd7 That's not keeping it real
G D A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals
A Cadd7We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
G DCause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death
A Cadd7 Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats
GRewind and feel the heat
DRecline and take a seat
So ah... Chorus x2:
A Cadd7Let's take you back to the concrete streets
G DOriginal beats with real live mc's
APlayground tactics
Cadd7 No rabbit in a hat tricks
GJust that classic
DRap shit from Jurassic
Now I walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transalvania And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China Just to get the right blend Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats pull out your cuts Give us a mic, whatup And we goin tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The nutty professor science droppin Rockin Robbin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum Chorus 2X Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illumaniti, why Do the liquid from my vocals Make the ghetto start swimming Forever winning I'm in it Like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps When the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attaché Briefcase in this case The victor is no way Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day When labels pay our way 2na what you say when MC's come to play Man fe dead Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap So ah... Chorus 2X You got beef now watch how I settle it I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent When it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style Cause I'm a lyrical chef I gets mines to the death Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman On Good Times When I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment I live in America but fuck this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the similack My rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict Strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Come and get with it Comprehended when I kick it I represent the real From the beginning to the end of it Thats the rhythm all the way through, so enjoy!
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