Chords for FAIRYTALE RAP CYPHER - Freshy Kanal ft. Dan Bull, EpicLloyd, Keyblade, The Stupendium & More

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Once upon a time, there lived a boy who'd never age.
He spent his time writing fire hooks upon a [B] page.
He chilled with those who chilled, [Em] and weak-ass pussies got the boot.
He lined each cat against the wall for all the king's madmen to shoot.
Through each one he went riding, spitting rhymes and nary capping. _
Notoriously big and bad, t'was [E] not your granny's rapping, for [Em] he'd been to quell the giants when stalking you the night.
[E] His tails were loosey [D#]-goosey, but his balls were fucking fine.
[Em] I got a ticket to [Bm] vacation on the taxi cab.
I can offer you [E] a paradise this planet can't.
I'm crossing a [Bm] couple stars on my travel plan.
Grab my hand, [Em] you could damn moonwalk into Neverland.
So pipe down or you'll [Bm] catch in the smoke.
If you wanna settle [E] beef, good accountable coke.
Bitch, I'm on this motherfucker from [F#] the land to the coast.
See King Clinton living where my shadow [Em] was thrown.
I'm an [B] honest guy, but I lied to the cooks.
And I don't book a flight, I just fly out [Em] the book.
And I don't give a shit what your [F#] parents have cooked.
I got bigger fish to fry, the [Em] white pants leave in hooks.
Yeah, y'all got a lot of friendships.
[F#] Greg with a nine to five shit, I got friendship.
[Em] Like it when I fight with pirates.
I'm not built for [F#] a driver's license.
I fell for my own fucking [Em] private island.
I'm the Bangarang Captain Hook, black [B] mustache and a draper [Em] look.
I'm the feather in the cap of the seven seas, and you wouldn't have a hook if you didn't have me.
I'm the Brooklyn Dodgers of open waters.
The Roger Waters of Jolly [E] Rogers.
Fly a sneaker around when I'm dropping [Em] sail.
Make another [B] pirate's flow sound like speakin' Sparadigm.
Bangarang Captain [E] Hook, I'll [B] chap in my whole pack of [Em] crooks.
The chapterbook king background, Mr.
Smee.
And you wouldn't have a hook if you didn't have me.
Peter Pan went and fed my severed hand to TikTok [B] the croc down in [A] Neverland.
And I'm foiled again, I'm getting lost, boys.
Peace.
But you wouldn't have [B] a hook if you didn't [C#] have me.
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Feed my faux pas for the flow of the feed.
You will know when his green only [D#] goes up.
Putting seeds in the flow's mom, cause it means I'm a grow up.
I [A] believe it will grow up.
Post up, I am most [G#] certainly being misjudged.
Had a cow for the sole purpose of worthless.
I was down till a burqa, re-inverted.
Return me from poor to [E] a rich cunt.
I sleep fine, such as a Goliath.
Keeps in sight, swipe.
If you're to surprise, then clean from that line.
It's visible Skype, at least you might like.
It's called a high [Bm] tech.
Pink pine is picking on this mic.
I'm riffing like a harp, even with my arms tied.
I'm spitting goodbye.
The critics took five of these beams and I got high.
But it's not I [Em] who's gripping.
I can't hear the goose come.
Stepping into [B] the booth, give me goosebumps.
Leave him in the trash chute like Roroka.
Don't mess with a feather veteran.
What the bread that you're gonna get?
[Em] Shoot it up, mother-gonna goose.
Grown cash [B] from the croup, beyond make-up appearances.
Everything, LA down 24 carats.
All of my bills is your [Em] network.
I'm wrestling with Burgess and Ferris.
And game director Gander.
All I [B] found, mother-minus.
So mind your manners.
Up-random, a mind that don't mind the [E] glamour.
So far from his title, this [B] game is slander.
Bring the naflak and the hanker to doom.
Whatever we drop, it ranks high to the moon.
Differently, it's a mother [Em] ducking, squoosh.
Rational G, that's mother fucking goose.
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Running through [Am] the woods in a bright red hood.
Says no danger, [E] not when he grabbed me.
Little me understood not the likelihood of this [Am] stranger eating up.
[Em] Granny, never trust a wolf making conversation.
[Am] Can I more like bull with [Em] an off fixation?
Don't wanna get bull hungry inclination.
[Am] I walked in and thought, illness [B] must be raging.
[E] Cause little big arms, big ears, big eyes, big [Am] teeth.
House seemed calm, but [Em] what lied in sheath?
Was the wolf in [Am] place of his last big feast?
And the pun couldn't [Em] see who was underneath.
So I [E] came just a little bit closer.
[Am] Big [Em] mistake, no escape from the poser.
Got an eye full of his blinding molars.
Little riding hood, just red leftover.
Red leftover from his monstrous [E] disguise.
I ain't paying for this meal like my car to be the prize.
Lone wolf, got no partner in this crime.
Any social, [C#] get no bark, but I'm a [E] bite.
Apex predator, feasting your grandsyth.
I'm too greedy, I need [B] seconds.
I'll feast while they feast, [E] never leave me.
If the teeth fleece, it's a [B] secret to clause pedicure.
What's in [Em] Fang's?
Kill you on the bed of bronze.
I'm the dagger selling this [E] flight badge.
That kind of bear is ready to give the little kids nightmares.
[Em] They're seeking mother fucking advice.
Wherever you [F#] least expect it, I'll get right there.
Then you're gripping [E] at my neck.
Nah, I never [B] hunt in packs.
I'm the alpha, coming with a cunning [Em] plan.
When the teeth gleam at you, that's [B] a muzzle flash.
And I can cut you down to size like a lumberjack bitch.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] Here comes the pulsing vult.
You lose [B] impulse and make a track sound good.
Call me Fruity [C] Loops.
Yes, it's true.
Sweet baluts and I look really [B] cute.
See, I'm running with fur, but without the [Am] suit.
Ole, soy de [B] los mejores.
Y si funo lobe, está más ciego [C] que ese trío de ratones.
With the sword, good, with the words, [B] cloles.
So much, I can't even make an [Em] ogre look solid like that, bro.
This beating's so [B] sick, like hairballs.
Gato por fuera, [C] forro por dentro.
Tengo un alma [G] bandolera.
Mi encanto de bandera, keep my red [Am] flecks.
Yo, when you poor, gotta work, gotta [B] hustle.
That way I'm M.A..D. Be the king of the [C] castle, yeah. And the truth is, you know how the [B] pus is. Living for my family, still got a lot of [Em] cruises. But I'm a poster on the wall. You know it's me, the off-goat of volt book poetry. I suppose if the [B] question is, who's the best [Am] sell? Then you best sell [B] them. That's the step on the [Em] eggshell. Because any rapper pick their verse before mine's about to see. There's more to me than just a nursery rhyme. I mean, there's only so much pressure that one man can handle. [Am] Before his brain gets, uh, let's say [Em] scrambled. Got the type of shit to light up good life. Trick old school, every rhyme on mine's a scribe to papyrus. Yeah, and if you don't vibe with it, take a dime off the [Am] highest risk. Cause I'm giving no [B] fucks. Look at the tip of my [Em] fires. They see that rhyme as the life I live. Ever since Puss of Anemy. Foster the name and the fame in the family. Call the king's horses and gather his [Am] men. Tell him, auntie's [B] back and he's cracked once [G] again. You know it's very rude to sit down if somebody's sights are [Em] uninvited. No matter, here comes the hatter. [C] Never been so silly a [B] milliner. And hip-hop's your pick. [Em] They cram like crickets and cricket. But you're just much more [C] British a young flibberty gibber. [B] We aren't given to visit [Em] if I'll just sit in the middle. As I'm spilling my [Am] riddles and tipple a little. With a [B] platter of some chicken or I'm [Em] dickening nibbles. I'll must have a day to drink it as simple. You know you really do talk too much. Moot rhyme! You'll crave me if you don't think I rhyme the best. [C] Cause I'm raving when [B] I'm about to ride in death. [Em] You say curious or incurious. Or I say I'm a curio. [B] That just means his mind's a mess. [Em] So call me Mr. P. You can quit to gibber. Never walk in with your dream. And if you think you can have a copy. This table setting is a place to be. It's a [E] very merry unbirthday to me. Oh hello. Don't worry. You're not in [Em] danger. I may be a stranger. But you're even stranger. In case you forget. Here's a basic refresher. One I'm a cat. Two I [Am] came here from Cheshire. It's a great [F#] pleasure to be making your acquaintance. Queer conversation is acquainted entertainment. Come to Wonderland. And you'll [B] understand. That it's enlightening. And the [E] thundercloud. It's so [B] exuberant. It's a step in the time. I don't require exuberance. To open up your mind. Let's take a look inside. That could be fun. Strange. You've got a little bit quiet. Jack on your turn. My teeth are jacked. I'm just mentally built. Where's the line between [Bm] ingenious and mentally ill? [B] When you get defensive. Then you tend to [G] reveal. Your intentions. That's why you never pretend to be [Em] real. Skin getting thinner and tail. I'm hidden invisible. Apart [F#] from the glowing denim. I grill. [Em] Still deliver it. A little as if it's Mrs. Unforfittin. [F#] You don't want to hear the conspiracies. I'm [Em] complicit in. Keep the mystery at risk. It's the way of sticking in. You [F#] know who I am. Hence it isn't only [Em] vicarin. You're killing your mind. Like I'm sticking in the [Am] bread. Meanwhile. See how many hidden messages you [E] find. _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
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