Mass Appeal Chords by Gang Starr

_ _ _ [Eb] I'm so hot, you ass with the mask on, girl!
Hot, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ you ass with the mask on, girl!
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_ Mask on, girl!
No way you'll never make it, come with the weak shit, [Cm] I break [Gm] it
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I [Cm] kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
And noses, I hate those motherfuckin' posers
But I'm so real to that it's scary
And with [Gm] my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me
And no, we [Eb] don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm real fax
I represent, set up shit like a test, boy
You're paranoid cause you're a son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get [Gm] a record deal
Maybe [Eb] you sold yourself to have mass abuse
I'm so hot, you ass with the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ mask on, girl!
Oh yes, I'm greater than all MCs
When I breeze, give me room, please
I be like Fascinating when I be updating
Cutting off white kids, pulling their Trump [Gm] cards at [Eb] Thumb Bar
And make them say that I'm God
[Gm] Niggas be pretending they're hardcore
[Cm] You never know the meaning of me
But I get props like a slogan
And no man, you never tried a diss when I [Gm] kick, smack your ass
Lyrically zapping, connecting, [Eb] complete mic records
No double checking vocals, chill like wet mix
But if I have to, I go all out with no [Gm] mic
Yeah, that's right, cause I survived Mac mice
And for my peeps, I truly care
Cause without some of them, I wouldn't be here
They all know how I feel
And suckers be like playing themselves to have mass abuse
[Cm] I _
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_ know I'm dope, [Gm] but don't wet that
[Eb] I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm making greenbacks
Just like back to slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop
Check one, two, and you're [Gm] dosed up
Your head'll pop when I drop my crop of pure bomb
Just like the seashore, I'm calm, I'm wild
[Eb] With my monotone style
Because I don't need Guinness
Give me a fly beat, and I'm all in split [Gm] it
Word is horn, I go on and on
For you, it's magic, I got [Eb] magic like wands
So I'ma end this lecture, and I betcha
Those who kick dirt in dupe time, I'm gonna getcha
Cause I be kicking the real
While they be losing their rage, trying to chase massive bills
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[Bb] you step to me, [Bm] you gotta step to a Mac 10
The front [Gm] of [F] Frontier makes the average rapper [G] wonder
Why they do a couple [F] of records, and then [Bm] they go up under?
Chronic, I be running [F] for real, you can't be [G] duplicating
Whack rappers, making whack [Bb] tracks
And I come in and fade it, slapping moves like
I'm the fader [F] and the talk [Bm] back
Put my foot [B] so deep down, I have a hole and not a [Bm] crack
You know it just [F] makes me wanna laugh
Cause [Bb] people be coming to me asking me why did I leave a sassy [G] Nike in the ass
I told them I had to [F] do what was part of the [Bm] plan
To try to stop the [D] fools jacking off the [Bm] hands
I couldn't whack, [Gm] whack as in the [F] make
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