Susi: F minor
Verse 1
Em
C
Em
C
Lone Catalysts
Yo
Em
I grab these microphones to live, son
C
Pay the rent, put food on the table
No joke
Em
C
Comin straight out
Verse 2
the box,
first edition, nutrition
Em
From musicians,
food for thought when you listen
countries and states
Em
Everybody knows the Catalysts bumps,
beats and breaks
tactics for practise
Em
The fact is, I tilt a nigga off his axis
doin his mic matches
C
let me explain what the wrath is
Four hundred years of oppression,
anger, aggression
Em
And the anxiety of a blackman
The devil keep on testin, always
Em
gotta offer his suggestions
Make it seem greater when
it's less than
They teach you it from high
So you can go out and get
them dollars
C
It's just a game they play to see
who has the fattest wallet
Em
That's why most blacks smoke crack
Verse 3
and most white alcoholics
C
I grab these microphones to live,
son, rest in peace Big Pun
Em
Be cause you know another day
you're not promised to live one
most blocks are like a prison
Em
So if you're lookin' for love,
kid, you gots to give some
C
Man, these days are cold- blooded,
everyone's butted
Em
Rock jewels that stay flooded,
the weak, they never cut it
C
Sometime I be like 'what if' but ain't
Em
a damn thing gonna change
Cause it's just part of the game
Verse 4
C
Aiyo, I slap- box lyrics through
mics, the smooth type
That move right into a state
C
'Cause it's all ground zero,
my street level bureau
Em
We'll play this game until we master
it like Ken Duro
C
So what's your role? My part is the aural
Em
I'm like (?) Headin' out to (?)
Maryland, in a caravan to a rural
Em
that's how I hustle my raps to prosper
'Cause MC's disappear
The hungriest cats are at the crib
writin this very minute
That's how styles get invented
Em
Y'all new jack timid frontin- ass
niggas rhymes be rented
C
I got no respect for y'all,
y'all probably be the next to fall
should be waitin for the ref to call
C
A time- out, so you can find out
Em
C
Any possible way to exit this rhyme bout
Em
C
Interlude 1
Em
C
Em
C
Em
Verse 5
to the session at hand
Em
My DJ's name is Jason Rawls, I
don't need no band
C
Yo, I travel across the land,
microphone in hand
Em
Do some dates out west so I
can work on my tan
C
I guess it's just the rap life
Y'all know who y'all niggas act like?
Em
Quick to blaze the bag pipe
and talk about the last night
C
Some are real grimey muthafuckas up
in the fast life
Em
Don't give a damn about rap cause they're
stresin the crack price
C
(And grip the Mack tight) Some niggas
frail like a glass pipe
Em
With more bodyguards than Bill
Clinton around they ass, type
C
To walk the streets at night
carrying a flashlight
Em
Some are players grabbin all the
mamis on they ass tight
get skeed, hashis
shrooms and drink (?) Booze (?)
I hope we link soon
Em
Get yours, I'm gettin' mine,
Verse 6
cause it's about time
C
I grab these microphones to live, son,
rest in peace Big Pun
Em
Because you know another day
you're not promised to live one
most blocks are like a prison
Em
So if you're lookin' for love, kid,
you gots to give some
C
Man, these days are cold- blooded,
everyone's butted
Em
Rock jewels that stay flooded,
the weak, they never cut it
C
Sometime I be like 'what if' but ain't
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a damn thing gonna change
Em
Cause it's just part of the game
Verse 7
C
A life
Em
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Yo, I wanna give a shout out to everybody
Em
C
in hip- hop who couldn't be here
Yo, Big Pun
Freaky Tah
Trouble T Roy
Peace
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