Chords for EPMD - You´re A Customer

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_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm not finished yet.
You said I'm not the E.
You want to make a bet?
Remember this lounge?
You're in the danger zone.
I figured you would.
Now leave me alone.
You pick and you risk
on the four leaf clover to be the E double E.
Over and over you intrigued by the way
I do my thing.
Do what?
Shut the mic.
Ha!
And make a swing.
I have the capability to rap and chill.
Coax attacks and C's.
Pretend to act ill.
It's like a [A] nigga smack.
Smack me [E] and I'll smack your back.
I get goose bumps when the bass line thumps.
A sucker hits me on rides.
Now it's time for lunch.
When I'm fooling on the scene, I know this one thing.
I'm not bouncing.
So say yes it's crazy.
I can [E] feel myself.
Better than at the yo.
I rock the mic like a wild beast, Sarah.
I'm in the bottom of the state.
I can't concentrate.
I make a move like chess when I yell checkmate.
You know why I get zanier and zanier?
Because of PMD, man.
And when I walk through the crowd,
I can see his turning.
I hear voices [Ebm] saying that's Eric Salmon.
Not [E] only from the women,
but from the men.
You know what?
It feels good, my friend.
I'm the P double G.
The driller of Manila.
Better known as the anti-cold killer, PMD's gold.
We keep the place jumping.
And if not, we feel we owe you something.
It's like Lotto.
You have to beat in it to win it.
But if the beat is fresh, then Dominic J will spin it.
If J's spinning, it has to be deaf to make you dance.
And good as no one left.
Cause you a customer.
[F] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
I'm praying like a prey [E] when I'm boxing action.
I smell blood, no time for Max and camouflage.
I'm a black box in the green.
My back is off.
Plus you in trouble cause you after dark.
My eyes closed like Steve Austin.
I got you in the square.
I will let you run.
Nah, that ain't fair.
So I clear my vision.
So I can snatch him up by the neck and say,
Hmm, my God, I'm a dog.
My now MCs, you're in over your head.
My rhymes are hungry, but they haven't been fed.
The process of elimination's quite simple.
Let your girl roll like a blanket and pop you like a pimple.
Slice her like lettuce.
Toss her like a salad.
We woke your MC license.
Rhymes invalid.
As we go on, suck your MC sound wacker.
Like a parrot that Holly wants to fry.
There was a rap contest that we couldn't handle.
At a house that had the mics on the mantel.
Looked up to DJ and said, May I lit it up like the 4th of July?
Because I float like a butterfly, spinning like a bee.
No, I'm the E of EPMD.
I have a strong point of view.
I'm the way things run.
Just shut up and listen and learn, my son.
Absorb that ass like bounty.
You're quick to pick her up.
I can pick her up and do up front.
You're nothing but a sucker.
This style we're using, no doubt copasetic.
We try to bite and get sound, but then design my rhymes like a tailor.
Floating like a sailor as the beat gets stronger.
MCs get staler, not fagging like a faggot.
Surely not fagging.
MCs surrender.
Raise the flag then.
Give up the titles, but the signs are vital.
I keep the voice in act.
Slow and swift idle.
Are you a customer?
[G] Get down, get down, _ [Am] _ _
get down, get down, get down, get [E] down.
I need that Mammal Sandwich.
Yes, I need marriage.
I feel good now.
It's time to do damage.
I feel like Bally, you know what I mean?
One around, one time to release the steam.
When I got the mic, I get the math like an actor.
You know why I get over, I'm the master.
I do a show, back it in, to his clamor up, look for the microphone.
Then I jam it up.
You said you see me jamming at New York Tech.
You got one right, fella, you deserve a check.
How did you know?
You must have been jobbing.
How did you know?
The places I be rocking.
Don't follow me, fella.
Every move that I make.
I'm hostile now, so I give you a break.
Research upon me, but don't go past the limit.
Here's my card and on the back is my fan club digits.
There's two things that got the words that I'm saying.
First, listen to the good talk playing.
The boy is bad.
The strings he's rocking.
Fire a round after round.
Watch MC ducking.
MC, it's the final countdown.
You look tight.
Can you go the round?
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit.
And if not, I'll turn around and say forget it.
Forget what they say.
Instead, I'm a party pooper.
I'm true.
I'm the one and the pooper.
You were cussed with.
[G] You were cussed with.
This may be big.
You were cussed with. _ _
_ That boy [Am] wham. _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] That's just you. _ _
Yo, we out here like that.
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