Chords for Dead Prez - Bigger than HipHop (Original) by VirtuellBull
Tempo:
79 bpm
Chords used:
Em
C
E
Cm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm a fool
[Bbm] [N]
Fake, fake records
Uh, uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, [E] uh, 1 2 1 2
It's bigger [C] than hell, ah, hell, [E] ah, hell, ah, hell
It's bigger [B] than hell, ah, hell, [Em] ah, hell, ah, hell, ah
Uh, one thing [C] about music when it hit you feel [E] no pain
White folks said control your brain I know better than that
That's game man, [A] we ready for that
[C] Two soldiers headed to pack
By the fact [E] who got it What?
And where my army at
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats it don't [C] reflect
On how many records [Em] get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
But the old projects put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and cameras disappear again
The real [Ab] world
It's bigger [C] than all these fake, [E] fake records
Where poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check one two
[C] My word of advice to you is just [Em] relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you [G] a fighter, [D] ride a bottle
Flame it, cry the [Em] crowd, exalt it
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you [Gb] a liar, [Cm] liar
Pants on fire, wolf cry
[Em] Agent with a Y
I'm gonna know it when I play it
It's bigger than
Him, her, him, her, him, her, him
It's bigger [Dm] than
Him, [Cm] her, him, [Em] her, him, her, him, [N] her
Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them
They [Em] gonna get us all
I'm down for running up on [Ab] them
In the city hall
We ride [C] for y'all
All my dawgs [Em] stay real
Don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills
Because they not
[C] Them seeds get a little bit of love
And think [Em] they hot
Talk about how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake talk
[C] R&B rap scenario
All [Em] day on the radio
Same scenes in the video Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
[C] These records labeled slang
I taste [E] like dope
You can be next in line
And sign and still be writing rhymes And quote
You'll rather [Ebm] have Alexis [Em] or Justice
A dream or some substance
A beamer, a necklace, or freedom
Sisters like me [C] don't play or hate
I just stay awake
It's real [E] hip-hop
And it don't stop
Till we get the popo off the block
They [Cm] call it
Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
[Cm] Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip [N]-hop
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy [Em] shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
[N] D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
[Em] She keep it crumped up Crumped up
[N]
They call that
Fake, fake, fake
[Bbm] [N]
Fake, fake records
Uh, uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, [E] uh, 1 2 1 2
It's bigger [C] than hell, ah, hell, [E] ah, hell, ah, hell
It's bigger [B] than hell, ah, hell, [Em] ah, hell, ah, hell, ah
Uh, one thing [C] about music when it hit you feel [E] no pain
White folks said control your brain I know better than that
That's game man, [A] we ready for that
[C] Two soldiers headed to pack
By the fact [E] who got it What?
And where my army at
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats it don't [C] reflect
On how many records [Em] get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
But the old projects put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and cameras disappear again
The real [Ab] world
It's bigger [C] than all these fake, [E] fake records
Where poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check one two
[C] My word of advice to you is just [Em] relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you [G] a fighter, [D] ride a bottle
Flame it, cry the [Em] crowd, exalt it
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you [Gb] a liar, [Cm] liar
Pants on fire, wolf cry
[Em] Agent with a Y
I'm gonna know it when I play it
It's bigger than
Him, her, him, her, him, her, him
It's bigger [Dm] than
Him, [Cm] her, him, [Em] her, him, her, him, [N] her
Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them
They [Em] gonna get us all
I'm down for running up on [Ab] them
In the city hall
We ride [C] for y'all
All my dawgs [Em] stay real
Don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills
Because they not
[C] Them seeds get a little bit of love
And think [Em] they hot
Talk about how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake talk
[C] R&B rap scenario
All [Em] day on the radio
Same scenes in the video Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
[C] These records labeled slang
I taste [E] like dope
You can be next in line
And sign and still be writing rhymes And quote
You'll rather [Ebm] have Alexis [Em] or Justice
A dream or some substance
A beamer, a necklace, or freedom
Sisters like me [C] don't play or hate
I just stay awake
It's real [E] hip-hop
And it don't stop
Till we get the popo off the block
They [Cm] call it
Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
[Cm] Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip [N]-hop
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy [Em] shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
[N] D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
[Em] She keep it crumped up Crumped up
[N]
They call that
Fake, fake, fake
Key:
Em
C
E
Cm
Ab
Em
C
E
_ I'm a fool
_ _ [Bbm] _ [N] _
_ Fake, fake records
_ Uh, uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, [E] uh, 1 2 1 2
It's bigger [C] than hell, ah, hell, [E] ah, hell, ah, hell
It's bigger [B] than hell, ah, hell, [Em] ah, hell, ah, hell, ah
Uh, one thing [C] about music when it hit you feel [E] no pain
White folks said control your brain I know better than that
That's game man, [A] we ready for that
[C] Two soldiers headed to pack
By the fact [E] who got it What?
And where my army at
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats it don't [C] reflect
On how many records [Em] get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
But the old projects put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and cameras disappear again
The real [Ab] world
It's bigger [C] than all these fake, [E] fake records
Where poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check one two
[C] My word of advice to you is just [Em] relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you [G] a fighter, [D] ride a bottle
Flame it, cry the [Em] crowd, exalt it
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you [Gb] a liar, [Cm] liar
Pants on fire, wolf cry
[Em] Agent with a Y
I'm gonna know it when I play it
It's bigger than
Him, her, him, her, him, her, him
It's bigger [Dm] than
Him, [Cm] her, him, [Em] her, him, her, him, [N] her
Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them
They [Em] gonna get us all
I'm down for running up on [Ab] them
In the city hall
We ride [C] for y'all
All my dawgs [Em] stay real
Don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills
Because they not
[C] Them seeds get a little bit of love
And think [Em] they hot
Talk about how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake talk
[C] R&B rap scenario
All [Em] day on the radio
Same scenes in the video Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
[C] These records labeled slang
I taste [E] like dope
You can be next in line
And sign and still be writing rhymes And quote
You'll rather [Ebm] have Alexis [Em] or Justice
A dream or some substance
A beamer, a necklace, or freedom
Sisters like me [C] don't play or hate
I just stay awake
It's real [E] hip-hop
And it don't stop
Till we get the popo off the block
They [Cm] call it
Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
[Cm] Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip [N]-hop
_ D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy [Em] shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
[N] D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
[Em] She keep it crumped up Crumped up
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ They call that _ _
_ _ Fake, fake, fake _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bbm] _ [N] _
_ Fake, fake records
_ Uh, uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, uh, 1 2 1 2
Uh, [E] uh, 1 2 1 2
It's bigger [C] than hell, ah, hell, [E] ah, hell, ah, hell
It's bigger [B] than hell, ah, hell, [Em] ah, hell, ah, hell, ah
Uh, one thing [C] about music when it hit you feel [E] no pain
White folks said control your brain I know better than that
That's game man, [A] we ready for that
[C] Two soldiers headed to pack
By the fact [E] who got it What?
And where my army at
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats it don't [C] reflect
On how many records [Em] get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
But the old projects put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the smoke and cameras disappear again
The real [Ab] world
It's bigger [C] than all these fake, [E] fake records
Where poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you check one two
[C] My word of advice to you is just [Em] relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you [G] a fighter, [D] ride a bottle
Flame it, cry the [Em] crowd, exalt it
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you [Gb] a liar, [Cm] liar
Pants on fire, wolf cry
[Em] Agent with a Y
I'm gonna know it when I play it
It's bigger than
Him, her, him, her, him, her, him
It's bigger [Dm] than
Him, [Cm] her, him, [Em] her, him, her, him, [N] her
Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them
They [Em] gonna get us all
I'm down for running up on [Ab] them
In the city hall
We ride [C] for y'all
All my dawgs [Em] stay real
Don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills
Because they not
[C] Them seeds get a little bit of love
And think [Em] they hot
Talk about how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake talk
[C] R&B rap scenario
All [Em] day on the radio
Same scenes in the video Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
[C] These records labeled slang
I taste [E] like dope
You can be next in line
And sign and still be writing rhymes And quote
You'll rather [Ebm] have Alexis [Em] or Justice
A dream or some substance
A beamer, a necklace, or freedom
Sisters like me [C] don't play or hate
I just stay awake
It's real [E] hip-hop
And it don't stop
Till we get the popo off the block
They [Cm] call it
Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than a hill
[Cm] Hip-hop, hip [Em]-hop, hip [N]-hop
_ D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy [Em] shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
[N] D.P.'s got that crazy shit
She keep it crumped up
John Blaze is shitting squat
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
[Em] She keep it crumped up Crumped up
[N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ They call that _ _
_ _ Fake, fake, fake _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _