No Gimmicks

No Gimmicks madadaling guitar chords ni Lord Finesse

N/A
Gitara
Pag-tune

E A D G B E

Capo

Fret 1

Capo

I-transpose

0

Capo

  • D

  • A

  • G

  • F

  • Bbm

  • E

  • B

    2

  • Bb

  • Em

  • A#m

  • Am

  • F#

    2

  • C

  • Bm

    2

  • D

  • A

  • G

  • F

  • Bbm

  • E

  • B

    2

  • Bb

  • Em

  • A#m

  • Am

  • F#

    2

  • C

  • Bm

    2
    • Verse 1
    Lord 

    Fin
    esse 
    and 

    Blastmaster KRS- One 

    Lyrical 
    styles 
    weigh 
    a ton 

    Lord 
    Fin
    esse, 

    we 
    know you 
    got 
    skills 

    Come 
    into 
    the 
    cypher 
    and build 

    Chill 
    out, all 
    emcee I 
    kill 
    come down 

    Verse 2
    Check 
    it out, 
    come 
    on 

    Here’s your chance 
    to 
    swing 

    With 
    some 
    ill motherfuckers 

    We 
    don’t dance 
    and sing 

    In 
    ‘95 we’re out 
    jingling, 
    serving 

    Poetic 
    Justice 
    without 
    that 

    Nigga 
    John 
    Singleton 

    I 
    do my 
    thing 
    while the fans 

    be 
    gelling ayyo 

    I’m so 
    dope 

    You better 
    tap 
    your man 
    and tell 
    him 

    I don’t
    fake moves, 
    I 
    scrape 
    crews 

    I 
    make brothers 
    break 
    food 
    just give 
    me a 

    Beat 
    with 
    a bass 
    groove 

    I’m mad 
    funky 
    ask 
    the experts 

    ‘cause I’ll 

    Make you 
    bob 
    your head 
    until 

    Your 
    motherfucking 
    neck 
    hurt 

    So 
    don’t ask 
    me to max, 

    G, 
    ‘cause if 
    you 

    Ain’t real 

    I’m bringing 
    it to your 
    face 
    like 
    acne 

    Now 
    rappers 
    run 
    scams and 
    flimflams 

    On 
    how they be 
    getting 

    loose 
    when 

    They’re rusty 
    like 
    the Tin 
    Man 

    They rap 
    fast, 
    trying 
    to 
    stack 
    cash, 

    but on 

    The reel- 
    to reel, 
    yo 

    They’re still 
    sounding 
    half- 
    assed 

    Yelling 
    and screaming 
    like 
    they 
    got 

    Something 
    when they 

    don’t got 
    nothing 

    So them 
    niggas 
    need to 
    stop 
    fronting 

    Talking 
    how 
    they be rag
    ging shit 
    when 

    I 
    don’t know if 
    them 

    niggas 
    are rapping 
    or 

    Talking 
    motherfucking 
    Arabic 

    They act 
    so ill 
    ay, 
    no 
    frills, 

    they 
    should go 

    Chill 
    they all 
    mouth 
    with no 
    skills 

    When 
    I’m around 

    They all 
    feel 
    funny 
    ‘cause I’m 

    Young, making 
    funds 
    like 

    Shaquille O’Neal 

    Money 
    you 
    want 
    any drama? 
    You 

    Better 
    wear plenty 
    armor 

    I’ll cut 
    that ass 
    like the 
    chef 

    at 
    Benihana’s 

    The Funky 
    Man’s in it 
    to win 

    It 
    we 
    gotta 
    keep 
    it 

    Real, 
    yo, 

    no 
    motherfucking 
    gimmicks 

    Whoever 
    make 
    a hit 
    they the 

    best 

    (That’s a gimmick) you 
    sell 

    Records 
    based 
    on how 
    you’re dressed 

    (That’s a gimmick) ayyo 

    That 
    tongue- 
    twisting 
    shit 

    That’s kind 
    of fresh 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 


    You’re soft 
    but 
    you’re fronting 

    Like 
    you’re stressed? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 


    You’re only 
    into 
    rap 
    to get 
    paid? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 


    You’re yelling 
    and screaming 

    up on 
    stage? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) when your 

    Career 
    is 
    numbered 
    by 
    days? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 


    Your lyrical 
    style 
    is just 
    a phase? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) 

    Verse 3
    Yeah, check 
    it out 
    a- yes 

    Yes, 
    y’all, to the 
    beat 

    Y’all, bringing 
    the 
    street, 
    let me 

    Put my 
    beeper on "vibrate" 

    so 
    we 

    Won’t hear 
    it beep 
    representing 

    The street, 
    con
    crete 
    what 
    I 
    speak, 
    yeah 

    I live 
    it let it 
    be 
    known 

    KRS is not 
    about 

    A gimmick 
    i’ll grab 
    the 

    Mic 
    and rip 
    it meanwhile 

    They’re stalling 
    i’ll raise 
    the mic 

    Stand 
    because 
    I’m tall 
    and 
    I 

    Keep the 
    crowd 
    crawling 

    I’m not 
    like those 
    other 
    rappers 

    Talking 
    about the 
    caps 

    They peel 
    punk, 

    I’ll battle 
    emcees for 
    real 

    Fuck 
    a record 
    deal 
    when 
    you’re still 

    Into hip 
    hopping 
    with your 

    country 
    ass 

    Sounding 
    like 
    you’re still 
    picking 
    cotton 

    You’ll get thrown 
    across 
    the room 

    In that 
    direction 
    listen 

    The lyrical 
    Teacha’s not 

    the one 
    you 

    Should be 
    checking 
    this 
    is 

    My 
    eara or era 
    or 
    ear
    a, whatever 

    I’m mad 
    clever, 
    I’ll "Shoop, 

    " 
    you’ll doop 

    You’ll doop like Salt- 
    N- 

    Pepa 
    lyrical 
    terror 

    You 
    should never 
    ever 
    come 
    for mine 

    When 
    I rhyme, 
    i clean 
    up 
    emcees with 
    the 

    Fresh 
    smell 
    of 
    pine 
    i 

    Got 
    skills 
    and 
    it shows 
    you 

    Could slow 
    or speed 
    up 

    The 
    tempo 
    your style 
    is fake 

    Like Janet 
    Jackson’s nose 

    I’m selling 
    that real 

    live 
    shit 

    And you could 
    get 
    hurt 

    You’re selling 
    that 
    fake shit 
    like 

    The 
    Home 
    Shopping 
    Network 

    You got 
    a lot 
    of rhymes 

    to battle 
    in 
    a second 

    But 
    frankly 

    The bottom 
    line 
    is: 

    where’s your hit 
    record? 

    You claim 
    I’m jock
    ing, 

    you claim 
    I’m on 
    your 

    Dick 
    where’s your witness? 

    If 
    I’m on your 
    dick 

    My 
    name has 
    got 
    to be syph
    ilis 

    I come 
    with lyrical 

    Physical 
    fitness 
    two months 
    from now 

    You will 
    have bit 
    this watch 
    me 

    Light 
    that ass 
    up 
    like Christ
    mas 

    Don’t let 
    me come 
    out on 
    that ass 

    Start 
    flipping 
    the lyrics 
    I’ll be 
    kicking 
    be 

    Hotter 
    than jerk 
    chicken 

    So whether 
    from 
    The East 

    or from 
    The 
    West 

    Brothers 
    know 
    I’m KRS i got 
    force 

    I came 
    to your town 
    to set 
    it off 

    So when 
    Fin
    esse 
    goes 
    "hit 
    it 

    " I’ll never 
    mimic 

    KRS- One could 
    never 

    use 
    a 
    gimmick 

    When 
    you’re riding 
    the next 
    rapper’s dick 


    (That’s a gimmick) when 

    you’re 

    R&B and then 
    you cold 
    flip 

    (That’s a gimmick) start 
    rhyming 

    Hardcore 
    just 
    to get 
    a 
    hit 

    (That’s a 
    gim
    mick) when 

    you get 
    over 

    But 
    your 
    skills 
    ain’t shit 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) when 
    you 

    Rap 
    but 
    you 
    don’t have 
    soul 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) when 
    you 

    Cross 
    over 
    just 
    to go 
    gold 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) when 
    you’re not 

    A 
    gangster 
    but portraying 
    a role 

    (That’s a gimmick) what’s when 


    You’re shaped 
    in some
    body 

    else’s mold? 

    Verse 4
    (That’s a 
    gimmick) 

    Man your 
    station 
    ‘cause the clan 

    You’re facing 
    is stepping 

    To 
    you trash 
    motherfuckers 
    like 

    Sanitation 
    i’ll shoot 
    and throw 
    rhymes 

    The 
    whole 
    nine 
    when 

    it’s showtime (What up 

    Kid?) Broth
    ers know 
    I 
    could hold 
    mine 

    On the real 

    I got 
    rhymes 
    skills 
    when 
    the 
    time’s 

    Ill, 
    I’m blowing 
    up spots 
    like 
    a minefield 

    Brothers 
    front 
    with their 
    chest 
    out, 
    but 

    Word
    s from 
    Finesse 
    mouth’ll leave 

    Them 
    niggas 
    stressed 
    out 

    They 
    make me 
    sick 
    to my 

    stomach 
    (So put 
    it) 

    (On ‘em 

    Kid) Them motherfuckers 
    don’t want 
    it 

    They 
    can
    ’t see 
    me, believe 

    me 
    they’re all 

    Phonies like 
    them 
    niggas 
    that 

    Be 
    wrestling 
    on 
    TV 

    Yo, 
    they’re nowhere 
    near 
    pro, 

    and nig
    gas 

    Couldn’t hang 
    if 
    they 

    Was 
    motherfucking 
    scarecrows 

    Nowadays, 
    a lot 
    of rappers 
    sound 
    fake 

    Talking 
    that 

    Gangster 
    shit 
    when 
    they’re softer 

    Than 
    a 
    pound 
    cake 

    So 
    why you 
    fronting 
    with the 
    burn
    er 

    Kid? 
    When 
    you done 

    Took 
    more 
    ass- 
    whippings 
    than 
    fucking 

    Tina 
    Turner 
    did 

    You 
    wanna 
    front? 
    So 
    be 
    it, 
    but 
    fuck 

    Beat
    ing 
    around 
    the bush 
    i just 

    Speak 
    how 
    I see 
    it 

    Me 
    fall 
    off? 
    That 
    shit’s dead, 

    it’s not 

    Happening, 
    kid 

    So get that 
    shit 
    through your 

    thick 
    head 

    I’ll never 
    sellout (What?) you heard 

    right 

    I’ll never 
    cross 
    over 
    (Aight) , word 
    life 

    So 
    when 
    I said 
    it, peep the 
    method 
    if 
    I 

    Nev
    er go 
    gold 
    but 
    get credit 

    I 
    won’t sweat 
    it 

    In 
    ‘95 we’re all 
    in 
    it, 

    we gotta 
    keep 
    it 

    Real, 
    yo, 
    no 
    motherfucking 

    gimmicks 

    What’s when 
    you 

    Rap 
    but 
    don’t appreciate 
    the 
    art? 

    (That’s a gimmick) what’s when 
    you 

    Sell 
    out just 
    to 
    get a 
    start? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 
    you 

    Make 
    bullshit 
    just 
    for the 
    charts? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 
    you 

    Rap 
    but 
    it’s not 
    from the 
    heart? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 

    you’re 

    Hardcore, 
    then 
    you turn 
    pop? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) 

    When you 
    steal 
    ideas 
    to get 

    props? 

    (That’s a gimmick) 

    When you 
    sell 
    out to 
    be 
    on top? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) what’s when 
    you 

    Front 
    like 
    you’re hard 
    but 

    you’re not? 

    (That’s a 
    gimmick) 

    Now let 
    this 
    be 
    a lesson 
    Verse 5

    To all 
    emcees and 
    DJ’s 

    Anyone 
    that come 
    across 
    the 
    line 

    Will have 
    to 
    pay 
    real 
    hip 

    hop 
    is in 
    effect 

    Real 
    hip 
    hop 
    is in 
    effect 

    Real 
    hip 
    hop 
    is in 
    effect 

    Give it 
    respect, 
    we 
    catch 
    wreck 



    Matutong tumugtog ng No Gimmicks ni Lord Finesse gamit ang GuitarTuna

    Matutunan ang No Gimmicks ni Lord Finesse sa gitara at tuklasin ang 10000 tabs na ginawa ng aming mga sertipikadong editor.

    Kung ikaw ay natututo ng No Gimmicks ni Lord Finesse sa unang pagkakataon o pinapahusay ang iyong kakayahan, mas pinadadali ng GuitarTuna ang pag-eensayo sa gitara, bass, at piano. Sumali sa 2 Milyong musikero na pinatutugtog na ang kanilang mga paboritong kanta gamit ang GuitarTuna. Na-rate ng 4/5 sa App Store.

    Autoscroll20%

    Marami pang kantang pwedeng tugtugin

    Sumali sa milyon-milyong tumutugtog sa tulong ng GuitarTuna

    • #1 na Tuner

      sa AppStore at Google Play

    • +

      Rating sa AppStore at Play

    • M

      Mga pag-download sa buong mundo

    • k+

      Mga available na kanta

    Pinagkakatiwalaan ng mga gitarista sa buong mundo

    • Pinakamagandang Tuning App Ever

      MaddProfessor

      “Marami na 'kong na-download na tuning apps dati at ito 'yong pinaka-best talaga. Madaling gamitin, sobrang user-friendly, saka nakakatuwa na may iba't ibang chords sila at mga kanta na pwede mong gamitin para matuto ng bagong music. Highly recommended ko 'to.”

    • Well-Designed na App

      Rose the Black Cat

      “Kadalasan, ginagamit ko 'to para sa pag-tune ng gitara ko na pinapadali lang nang sobra ng app na 'to. May malawak ding selection ng mga kanta na pwedeng sabayan ang tugtog. Nakakatulong pa na ipinapakita nito kung aling chords ang tutugtugin saka kung paano 'yong hawak ng mga daliri mo.”

    • Napabalik ako sa pagtutugtog

      Tuliketsune

      “Ginamit ko 'yong app na 'to para mag-tune ng lumang gitara, tapos napansin ko na may feature siya na autoscrolls habang tumutugtog ako ng chords ng sikat na mga kanta. Di ko alam pero ito 'yong pinakanakakapag-motivate sa 'kin sa pag-practice ng gitara. Ngayon, talagang nagpa-practice na 'ko tapos naaalala ko pa lahat ng pangalan ng chords 🙂”

    • Secret weapon

      Brad

      “Hindi lang 'to tuner (best app tuner na ginamit ko personally), may metronome pa, games, chords, at napakaraming instruments na pwedeng pagpilian at SOBRANG dali ding i-navigate. Ang ganda! Salamat sa paggawa ng astig na app na 'to. From one musician to another, SALAMAT!!!”

    • Sobrang maaasahang tuner

      theNewPaul

      “Sobrang gandang app nito! Sobrang daling gamitin at talagang maaasahan. Kung nagsisimula ka pa lang, mababawasan ang iisipin mo kasi makakakuha ka agad ng tune saka sobrang dali pa gamit ang app na 'to. Highly recommended talaga!”

    • Ito na 'yong pinakamagandang guitar tuner ever.

      Caleb Schafli

      “Accurate ang pag-tune ng gitara para makuha 'yong pinakamagandang tunog. Gusto ko rin lahat ng maiikli nilang laro dahil natuturuan ka kung paano tumugtog ng iba't ibang chords at pwede ring matuto kung paano mag-identify ng mga chord kahit pakinggan mo lang. Offline pa lahat.”

    • Napakaganda para mag-tune at tumugtog

      Lynae T

      “Gustong-gusto ko kung gaano kadali mag-tune, humanap, at tumugtog ng mga paborito kong kanta.”