Face Off Chords by Tech N9Ne, Joey Cool, King Iso, Dwayne Johnson

[Gm] My heart above, they don't take your face off
Spirit of a lion describes my soul
Give it up to Zion, then my fire grows
Wishing [D] of a riot inside my [Gm] lobe
And my trip in the die is when I find my foes
Biff on my head, I'm with this shoot
Bout to get your ass kicked
My [D] technique is so sick
I'm bout to make the [Gm] hit quick
Hold out a muscle
You don't [Eb] wanna be in a tussle
Better than me, that's rubble
You want trouble, what's [Gm] up though?
Feelin' top killer, top gorilla
Drop a nil, top the grill to opp
For real, your clock a gil, you stop your will
A shot to deal with, knock your finger, plop
I got the hell comin' your way
You soft, but then the thing is your play
Never competitive with a better kid or go-kart
Gonna be there because the better kid's a more grace
When you wake up in that wet blood
Ain't no way [D] you bout to get up
How you know [Gm] that I text your ass
Cause you got the motherfuckin' text up
Always gonna have to pay cost
[G] When you steppin' in my way, boss
When I build still and you stay soft
You're gonna punk out when [C] we face off
[G] Bravo, they don't take your face off
They gon' bravo, they don't take your face off
They gon' bravo, they don't take your face off
They gon' bravo, they don't take your face off
They gon' bravo
From a day young man, they [Cm] rumblin'
Run up, get a combo, [G] quickly help you understand
But stay [Ab] humble
Don't [Cm] nobody wanna talk about the [Gm] way of the world
The way of the world, it make em' all crumble
And I might stumble, but I [Cm] pick myself [G] up
Burst myself off my thoughts with a goddamn ball
I am at they neck, like a Malcolm X
[Gm] Like I'm Dr.
King, like I'm Cornel West
Like I'm U.E..B., like I'm Booker [D] T Like I'm Rosa Parks, someone needs my [Gm] breath Niggas know what I'm bout, I run up in your house Need a bowl of your couch, I'll get right in your mouth I ain't never no cop, nigga really go stop I'm a product of the battle whenever there is a bout I am a homic, I leave your pay in the homage Policy is to be honest, I'm taking me on it Though I can really do a bionic, so really I hate to be ominous All of your hate is too obvious I am the hustle, the muscle, I play for the audience I am against the malice, if you wanna enter the ring [G] I would hate to be opposite Jab with the right, jab [A] with the left Jab with the right, now you got him on stagger And he gon' [Gm] come back with the right back With the left, I'm spilling steps to the side, now dagger You gon' be dead, maybe do dead Maybe don't back, so I'm like cash is my swagger Really don't matter, part of them hard and lawless I'm marching, kicking that jargon Bravo, they [G] gon' take your face off They gon' Bravo, they gon' take your face off They gon' Bravo, they gon' take your face off They gon' Bravo, they gon' take your face off They gon' Hey, what if I'm giving it fake? Based off the description I gave? Cut the game off, I'm a street [Eb] fighter Beat the brakes off like the whip on the stage Hand out, ask where is my plate? Haters [D] ain't off, you get [Cm] Hitler and stay Gonna [Gm] be chaos like an emerald case When I face off in a Nicholas Cage Yeah, I'm living in rage What you pussy nigga like I'm busy in this bag? I was sitting in [G] this window going Man, the doctor told me never give me bloody pain I remember them days when I don't wanna be Batman Nigga, I'm bang, literally had to bend [Eb] and manage my face Just a little bit killer, really was taking it Burning the more I think about it, my life was twisted Wait, when they send them up, I'ma dab a wonder Why they couldn't reach [D] it like they didn't have [Gm] my number? Probably from insanity, I never had the hunger Pretty nigga underground, quick, that's a boss I shock him like I'm Master's brother Better pick your battles, busters, half way under In my time, the knack can puncture When it comes to [Ab] rumble, and I'm macro [G] thunder Believe it be funny when I kick it to you That means I'm giving in the iron When I rhyme on the mic, because you're blue We can play it like I'm kicking it with buddies When I beat a nigga up like I [D] was Iron I'm the one that tells them when I'm right, I'ma drop Right to the new tempo when I start to run [Eb] across Leave a nigga [Dm] humble like Demogunny drop Cause we can rumble like Jackie [Gm] in the Bronx We gon' rumble, they gon' [G] take your face off They gon' rumble, they gon' take your face off They gon' rumble, they gon' take your face off [Gm] They gon' rumble, [N] they gon' take your face off It's about drive, it's about power We stay hungry, we devour Put in the work, put in [D] the hours And take what's ours Like in some more into [E] my veins My culture banging [Ab] with strange I change the game, so what's my motherfucking name? What they gonna get though? Desecration, defamation If you wanna bring it to the masses Face to face, [C] now we escalate When I have to put crusades It's mean on ya Like a dream when I'm rumbling You gotta [Eb] scream, mama So bring drama to the [E] king, brahma Produce with extreme mana [C] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [A]
Thank you, Brother Tech Nine _ _ _ _ _ One take That's a wrap _ Face off