Chords for El Michels Affair & Black Thought - Grateful
Tempo:
141 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
Dbm
Ebm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] O-L-L-E-L-E-L-E-L [E]-E
I'm on the mic with the band
I'm on the mic with the [C] band
I'm [Ebm] on the mic with [B] the [E] band
[Ebm] V for the money, 2 for the hustle and 1 for the
Night time spread over the city like a comforter
[Dbm] Prime time for the predator who come to hunt for the chunks
Carrying them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot it straight as arrows and run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty young carol
Larrows with marks on their collars where they hung [Ebm] from the gallows
Their lust [F] for the dollars [Abm] keep them red like the [Bb] tarot
Making fiends, influencing people
Dale Carnegie's with big dreams to get rich quick
That fail horribly [Dbm] now, they play the avenue [Eb] of Amsterdam
[Bb] With other pickpockets and [Eb] thieves and gambling mans
And they just [Bb] call it all the noodles where resistance is true
Business is usual to blow out your wind [Dbm] like French poodles
Never ending pursuit of the American dream
Winner [Gbm] takes everything, it's [Dbm] still a regular thing
[E]
[B]
Ayo, [Eb] 1 for the will of man, 2 for the kilogram
3 for the cold killer who could still be a millionaire
[Bb] Fill in the fridge of their big [Eb] plates and silverware
[Bb] Where everybody eat except the one who was [Eb] ill-prepared
[Bb] Through the [Eb] circumstances, there's no more chances
We was raised [Dbm] by wolves, grizzly bears and panthers
It's wild, yo I'm [Ebm] surprised we ain't grow no [B] antlers
The [Bb] whole house is fucked like Jojo dances
It's hopeless to drift into [Ebm] a deep psychosis
[Dbm] Do the most for just another [Eb] bleak prognosis
[Bb] Out of respect for the dead, the names is changed
When Poopie Pop licked his wig, [Eb] his aim was flames
If one thing them young boys not playing is games
Now that'll [Bb] teach an old timer how to stay in his [B] lane
I [A] guess the moral of the story is
Any sip you pour me is a [Gbm] toast
To the warriors who [Dbm] bit the dust [Am] before we get it We great
[C] [E]
[Ebm] [E]
[B]
[Bb] [Fm]
I'm on the mic with the band
I'm on the mic with the [C] band
I'm [Ebm] on the mic with [B] the [E] band
[Ebm] V for the money, 2 for the hustle and 1 for the
Night time spread over the city like a comforter
[Dbm] Prime time for the predator who come to hunt for the chunks
Carrying them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot it straight as arrows and run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty young carol
Larrows with marks on their collars where they hung [Ebm] from the gallows
Their lust [F] for the dollars [Abm] keep them red like the [Bb] tarot
Making fiends, influencing people
Dale Carnegie's with big dreams to get rich quick
That fail horribly [Dbm] now, they play the avenue [Eb] of Amsterdam
[Bb] With other pickpockets and [Eb] thieves and gambling mans
And they just [Bb] call it all the noodles where resistance is true
Business is usual to blow out your wind [Dbm] like French poodles
Never ending pursuit of the American dream
Winner [Gbm] takes everything, it's [Dbm] still a regular thing
[E]
[B]
Ayo, [Eb] 1 for the will of man, 2 for the kilogram
3 for the cold killer who could still be a millionaire
[Bb] Fill in the fridge of their big [Eb] plates and silverware
[Bb] Where everybody eat except the one who was [Eb] ill-prepared
[Bb] Through the [Eb] circumstances, there's no more chances
We was raised [Dbm] by wolves, grizzly bears and panthers
It's wild, yo I'm [Ebm] surprised we ain't grow no [B] antlers
The [Bb] whole house is fucked like Jojo dances
It's hopeless to drift into [Ebm] a deep psychosis
[Dbm] Do the most for just another [Eb] bleak prognosis
[Bb] Out of respect for the dead, the names is changed
When Poopie Pop licked his wig, [Eb] his aim was flames
If one thing them young boys not playing is games
Now that'll [Bb] teach an old timer how to stay in his [B] lane
I [A] guess the moral of the story is
Any sip you pour me is a [Gbm] toast
To the warriors who [Dbm] bit the dust [Am] before we get it We great
[C] [E]
[Ebm] [E]
[B]
[Bb] [Fm]
Key:
Bb
Eb
Dbm
Ebm
E
Bb
Eb
Dbm
_ _ _ [F] _ O-L-L-E-L-E-L-E-L _ _ [E]-E
_ I'm on the mic with the band
_ I'm on the mic with the [C] band
_ I'm [Ebm] on the mic with [B] _ the [E] band
[Ebm] V for the money, 2 for the hustle and 1 for the
Night time spread over the city like a comforter
[Dbm] Prime time for the predator who come to hunt for the chunks
Carrying them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot it straight as arrows and run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty young carol
Larrows with marks on their collars where they hung [Ebm] from the gallows
Their lust [F] for the dollars [Abm] keep them red like the [Bb] tarot
Making fiends, influencing people
Dale Carnegie's with big dreams to get rich quick
That fail horribly [Dbm] now, they play the avenue [Eb] of Amsterdam
[Bb] With other _ pickpockets and [Eb] thieves and gambling mans
And they just [Bb] call it all the noodles where resistance is true
Business is usual to blow out your wind [Dbm] like French poodles
Never ending pursuit of the American dream
Winner [Gbm] takes everything, it's [Dbm] still a regular thing
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
Ayo, [Eb] _ 1 for the will of man, 2 for the kilogram
3 for the cold killer who could still be a millionaire
[Bb] Fill in the fridge of their big [Eb] plates and silverware
[Bb] Where everybody eat except the one who was [Eb] ill-prepared
[Bb] Through the [Eb] circumstances, there's no more chances
We was raised [Dbm] by wolves, grizzly bears and panthers
It's wild, yo I'm [Ebm] surprised we ain't grow no [B] antlers
The [Bb] whole house is fucked like Jojo dances
It's hopeless to drift into [Ebm] a deep psychosis
[Dbm] Do the most for just another [Eb] bleak prognosis
[Bb] Out of respect for the dead, the names is changed
When Poopie Pop licked his wig, [Eb] his aim was flames
If one thing them young boys not playing is games
Now that'll [Bb] teach an old timer how to stay in his [B] lane
I [A] guess the moral of the story is
Any sip you pour me is a [Gbm] toast
To the warriors who [Dbm] bit the dust [Am] before we get it We great
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm on the mic with the band
_ I'm on the mic with the [C] band
_ I'm [Ebm] on the mic with [B] _ the [E] band
[Ebm] V for the money, 2 for the hustle and 1 for the
Night time spread over the city like a comforter
[Dbm] Prime time for the predator who come to hunt for the chunks
Carrying them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot it straight as arrows and run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty young carol
Larrows with marks on their collars where they hung [Ebm] from the gallows
Their lust [F] for the dollars [Abm] keep them red like the [Bb] tarot
Making fiends, influencing people
Dale Carnegie's with big dreams to get rich quick
That fail horribly [Dbm] now, they play the avenue [Eb] of Amsterdam
[Bb] With other _ pickpockets and [Eb] thieves and gambling mans
And they just [Bb] call it all the noodles where resistance is true
Business is usual to blow out your wind [Dbm] like French poodles
Never ending pursuit of the American dream
Winner [Gbm] takes everything, it's [Dbm] still a regular thing
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
Ayo, [Eb] _ 1 for the will of man, 2 for the kilogram
3 for the cold killer who could still be a millionaire
[Bb] Fill in the fridge of their big [Eb] plates and silverware
[Bb] Where everybody eat except the one who was [Eb] ill-prepared
[Bb] Through the [Eb] circumstances, there's no more chances
We was raised [Dbm] by wolves, grizzly bears and panthers
It's wild, yo I'm [Ebm] surprised we ain't grow no [B] antlers
The [Bb] whole house is fucked like Jojo dances
It's hopeless to drift into [Ebm] a deep psychosis
[Dbm] Do the most for just another [Eb] bleak prognosis
[Bb] Out of respect for the dead, the names is changed
When Poopie Pop licked his wig, [Eb] his aim was flames
If one thing them young boys not playing is games
Now that'll [Bb] teach an old timer how to stay in his [B] lane
I [A] guess the moral of the story is
Any sip you pour me is a [Gbm] toast
To the warriors who [Dbm] bit the dust [Am] before we get it We great
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
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