Chords for Godfather Don - For Your Ear

Tempo:
94.45 bpm
Chords used:

Ebm

Bbm

Gb

Fm

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Godfather Don - For Your Ear chords
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Oh, yeah.
[Bbm] [Db] Oh,
[Ebm] [Fm] peace [G] to the right now.
[Ebm]
[F] [Eb] Peace to A.G.
[Gb] Yeah, [Ebm] yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
[Fm] [Bbm] No forgiven Tech.
[Gb] Yeah.
Yeah.
[Ebm] I creep through your alley, A.K..A. the ill musician. Picking backstabbers in the illest of [Bbm] position. Yo, you know my [Ebm] style with the guts in the bucket. Lukewarm cadavers make me lather. I can't wait to f*** it. My mind stay creative. Rough shit is getting blasted. My secret service is not snuffin' it. Wild and insane retreats. Stomping on your back in Douglas Pyramid. Ever since I got smacked by my pastor, Then I became the master of my people. They got that evil mother f***er resting on your steeple. I eat through my typist. Attack except the same. It's doing shows in the mall. Killing crowds in [Bbm] containers. Waiting through the [Ebm] slops. Less mess. You know my address. Glass house on the left with a chain. Gun and mattress. The trick here. Connect with your bladder. Contortion way beyond your means. In the splatter. Busted and no parasite will lead on your carpets. When I drop this, it spark rhymes in the dark. I'm on kick. Peace to the n****s wrecking mics on my level. Deceased to the bitches sucking with the devil. The cereal tracks are riffing. You can't watch me when I pass through the set. I get your jaw sloppy, don't copy. Tongues are ulcerated, mics are castrated. Obliterated, your whole [Bbm] environment's orchestrated. When [Ebm] activated, I need to be devalidated. You live to make it, but all your rap's evaporated. In melidic chaos, I consume the epidermic. The spirit gets jacked as your back [Eb] hits the furnace. You're [Ebm] ballin', still my pick with sebaceous liquids. The crawl's slipping from the mist, it gets them addicted. Flesh is blown, we're hematating nasty zone. Gastric fluorescence, it's called passion bones. From my under, down to wreck your body with the seven. It's flayed, m'lade, now your head's out of heaven. [Gb] Bones like bronze assemble when I [Ebm] massage your tippy. Lines invigorated, your [Bbm] problems like a pencil. When you cuff me [Ebm] on them, you know this is sporadic. Without static, it's like an automatic. Calibral style, I can't protect, can't develop. Let's inspect the killer, simulate when he gets ill. All heaven, break loose, and blaze us straight. In that crescendo, where you hear mango. I gaze beneath my raised windows. You go paved away from me, listen though. I kicked it, nightmares were prolific, making me crazy wicked. I took your carcass to smoke like cilindro. Flocked the heart to darkness with light from my ventro. Despite what you went through, we send you in the menu. We scrap, break your fluid, throwing the snips in your tempos. [B] [D] [Ebm]
Someone speak to me, yeah. Someone speak to me, yeah. Someone speak to me, yeah. Someone [N] speak to me, yeah. Someone speak to me, yeah. Someone speak to me, yeah.
Key:  
Ebm
13421116
Bbm
13421111
Gb
134211112
Fm
123111111
Eb
12341116
Ebm
13421116
Bbm
13421111
Gb
134211112
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To learn Godfather Don - For Ya Ear chords, grasp the musical fabric of the song with this sequence - Gb, Ebm, Bbm, Ebm, Fm, Bbm and Gb of chords. For best results, commence at 47 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 94. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: G Major.

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Oh, yeah.
[Bbm] _ [Db] Oh, _
[Ebm] _ [Fm] peace [G] to the right now.
_ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ [F] [Eb] Peace to A.G.
[Gb] Yeah, [Ebm] yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
[Fm] [Bbm] No forgiven Tech.
[Gb] Yeah.
_ Yeah.
[Ebm] I creep through your alley, A.K..A. the ill musician. Picking backstabbers in the illest of [Bbm] position. Yo, you know my [Ebm] style with the guts in the bucket. Lukewarm cadavers make me lather. I can't wait to f*** it. My mind stay creative. Rough shit is getting blasted. My secret service is not snuffin' it. Wild and insane retreats. Stomping on your back in Douglas Pyramid. Ever since I got smacked by my pastor, Then I became the master of my people. They got that evil mother f***er resting on your steeple. I eat through my typist. Attack except the same. It's doing shows in the mall. Killing crowds in [Bbm] containers. Waiting through the [Ebm] slops. Less mess. You know my address. Glass house on the left with a chain. Gun and mattress. The trick here. Connect with your bladder. Contortion way beyond your means. In the splatter. Busted and no parasite will lead on your carpets. When I drop this, it spark rhymes in the dark. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm on kick. Peace to the n****s wrecking mics on my level. Deceased to the bitches sucking with the devil. The cereal tracks are riffing. You can't watch me when I pass through the set. I get your jaw sloppy, don't copy. Tongues are ulcerated, mics are castrated. Obliterated, your whole [Bbm] environment's orchestrated. When [Ebm] activated, I need to be devalidated. You live to make it, but all your rap's evaporated. In melidic chaos, I consume the epidermic. The spirit gets jacked as your back [Eb] hits the furnace. You're [Ebm] ballin', still my pick with sebaceous liquids. The crawl's slipping from the mist, it gets them addicted. Flesh is blown, we're hematating nasty zone. Gastric fluorescence, it's called passion bones. From my under, down to wreck your body with the seven. It's flayed, m'lade, now your head's out of heaven. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ Bones like bronze assemble when I [Ebm] massage your tippy. Lines invigorated, your [Bbm] problems like a pencil. When you cuff me [Ebm] on them, you know this is sporadic. Without static, it's like an automatic. Calibral style, I can't protect, can't develop. Let's inspect the killer, simulate when he gets ill. All heaven, break loose, and blaze us straight. In that crescendo, where you hear mango. I gaze beneath my raised windows. You go paved away from me, listen though. I kicked it, nightmares were prolific, making me crazy wicked. I took your carcass to smoke like cilindro. Flocked the heart to darkness with light from my ventro. Despite what you went through, we send you in the menu. We scrap, break your fluid, throwing the snips in your tempos. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Someone speak to me, yeah. _ _ Someone speak to me, yeah. _ _ Someone speak to me, yeah. Someone _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
speak to me, yeah. Someone _ _ _ _ speak to me, yeah. Someone _ _ speak to me, yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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The Beats, Bangers & Biscuits at 535 E 55th St album includes this song.

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