Chords for KRS-One - The MC
Tempo:
86.45 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Bbm
Gb
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gb] [Bbm] Okay, I got one [Gb] question, one question [Bb] Kelly.
Who am I?
The MC.
[Gb] Lottie, dottie, [Bb] don't whip a snotty.
I wear [Bbm] VJs out quickly at the party.
Who am I?
If you like me, hip-hop is in your body.
Who am I?
The MC.
When the jam is slow and you [Bb] need a pro-seeder.
Who am I?
The MC.
[F] When you need a lyrical leader with [Bb] oratorical triple features.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need to rock your [Gb] 3000 seat arena, let's believe her.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need [G] to get the word on the street with [Bb] Mina.
Who am I?
The MC.
I [F] beg thee, let me splurge rhymes, I have plenty.
Who am I?
The MC.
Lord have mercy, I hit Sutton like Percy.
Always knew like Jersey State thirsty.
Who am I?
The [Bbm] MC.
Showing my authority, superiority, [C] an artistic minority.
[F] Night starting me, cause party [Fm] philosophy [Bb] can only be carried out by who am I?
[Bbm] The MC.
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely with plenty of who?
The MC.
Drink that rooftop red zone, Roxy and Bentley's.
Who am I?
The MC.
Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm, cause the lyrics we give them, they miss them.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, the MC.
Her infinite power helps oppress people, sent me to tell you.
If you truly study lyrical flow, and stay on your toes, you will be who am I?
The MC.
And as an MC, you will study verbal magic, [Bb] but watch what you say cause you'll be fracking.
[Bbm] Control your subconscious magnet [Bb] from pulling in havoc.
Who am I?
The MC.
Not stopping MC, hip-hopping MC, verbal rocking, head knocking, quick dropping MC.
I laugh cause I mastered the craft MC.
In sound class, I'm the first and last MC.
It's sorta like J.
Carey throwing that mask at me.
I black out and wake up to catastrophe.
Three MC [Bb] dead from the sound, blown out massively.
Wow!
[G] Who am I?
The MC.
Untouchable, [Bb] can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks.
Ass cracks, [Bbm] get waxed to the max.
MC's pack raps for all tracks.
Indigenous cultures, ancients, whites, blacks.
Never missed it.
The linguistic of who am I?
The [Bb] MC.
Metalyrical, poetic, [Bbm] mystic MC.
Hear it, the voice of an ancient spirit MC.
Premeditated worder, killing negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC.
You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds, and fakes.
Claim to be an MC for heaven's sake.
Well, SMC done raised the stakes.
Under the stress of KRS contracts and mental gaps, I vowed [Bbm] to break.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, MC.
Conduct yourself properly MC.
[Eb]
Who am I?
The MC.
[Gb] Lottie, dottie, [Bb] don't whip a snotty.
I wear [Bbm] VJs out quickly at the party.
Who am I?
If you like me, hip-hop is in your body.
Who am I?
The MC.
When the jam is slow and you [Bb] need a pro-seeder.
Who am I?
The MC.
[F] When you need a lyrical leader with [Bb] oratorical triple features.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need to rock your [Gb] 3000 seat arena, let's believe her.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need [G] to get the word on the street with [Bb] Mina.
Who am I?
The MC.
I [F] beg thee, let me splurge rhymes, I have plenty.
Who am I?
The MC.
Lord have mercy, I hit Sutton like Percy.
Always knew like Jersey State thirsty.
Who am I?
The [Bbm] MC.
Showing my authority, superiority, [C] an artistic minority.
[F] Night starting me, cause party [Fm] philosophy [Bb] can only be carried out by who am I?
[Bbm] The MC.
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely with plenty of who?
The MC.
Drink that rooftop red zone, Roxy and Bentley's.
Who am I?
The MC.
Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm, cause the lyrics we give them, they miss them.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, the MC.
Her infinite power helps oppress people, sent me to tell you.
If you truly study lyrical flow, and stay on your toes, you will be who am I?
The MC.
And as an MC, you will study verbal magic, [Bb] but watch what you say cause you'll be fracking.
[Bbm] Control your subconscious magnet [Bb] from pulling in havoc.
Who am I?
The MC.
Not stopping MC, hip-hopping MC, verbal rocking, head knocking, quick dropping MC.
I laugh cause I mastered the craft MC.
In sound class, I'm the first and last MC.
It's sorta like J.
Carey throwing that mask at me.
I black out and wake up to catastrophe.
Three MC [Bb] dead from the sound, blown out massively.
Wow!
[G] Who am I?
The MC.
Untouchable, [Bb] can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks.
Ass cracks, [Bbm] get waxed to the max.
MC's pack raps for all tracks.
Indigenous cultures, ancients, whites, blacks.
Never missed it.
The linguistic of who am I?
The [Bb] MC.
Metalyrical, poetic, [Bbm] mystic MC.
Hear it, the voice of an ancient spirit MC.
Premeditated worder, killing negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC.
You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds, and fakes.
Claim to be an MC for heaven's sake.
Well, SMC done raised the stakes.
Under the stress of KRS contracts and mental gaps, I vowed [Bbm] to break.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, MC.
Conduct yourself properly MC.
[Eb]
Key:
Bb
Bbm
Gb
F
G
Bb
Bbm
Gb
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ Okay, I got one [Gb] question, _ one question [Bb] Kelly.
Who am I?
The MC.
[Gb] Lottie, dottie, [Bb] don't whip a snotty.
I wear [Bbm] VJs out quickly at the party.
Who am I?
If you like me, hip-hop is in your body.
Who am I?
The MC.
When the jam is slow and you [Bb] need a pro-seeder.
Who am I?
The MC.
[F] When you need a lyrical leader with [Bb] oratorical triple features.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need to rock your [Gb] 3000 seat arena, let's believe her.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need [G] to get the word on the street with [Bb] Mina.
Who am I?
The MC.
I [F] beg thee, let me splurge rhymes, I have plenty.
Who am I?
The MC.
Lord have mercy, I hit Sutton like Percy.
Always knew like Jersey State thirsty.
Who am I?
The [Bbm] MC.
Showing my authority, superiority, [C] an artistic minority.
[F] Night starting me, cause party [Fm] philosophy [Bb] can only be carried out by who am I?
[Bbm] The MC.
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely with plenty of who?
The MC.
Drink that rooftop red zone, Roxy and Bentley's.
Who am I?
The MC.
Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm, cause the lyrics we give them, they miss them.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, the MC.
Her infinite power helps oppress people, sent me to tell you.
If you truly study lyrical flow, and stay on your toes, you will be who am I?
The MC.
And as an MC, you will study verbal magic, [Bb] but watch what you say cause you'll be fracking.
[Bbm] Control your subconscious magnet [Bb] from pulling in havoc.
Who am I?
The MC.
Not stopping MC, hip-hopping MC, verbal rocking, head knocking, quick dropping MC.
I laugh cause I mastered the craft MC.
In sound class, I'm the first and last MC.
It's sorta like J.
Carey throwing that mask at me.
I black out and wake up to catastrophe.
Three MC [Bb] dead from the sound, blown out massively.
Wow!
[G] Who am I?
The MC.
Untouchable, [Bb] can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks.
Ass cracks, [Bbm] get waxed to the max.
MC's pack raps for all tracks.
Indigenous cultures, ancients, whites, blacks.
Never missed it.
The linguistic of who am I?
The [Bb] MC.
Metalyrical, poetic, [Bbm] mystic MC.
Hear it, the voice of an ancient spirit MC.
Premeditated worder, killing negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC.
You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds, and fakes.
Claim to be an MC for heaven's sake.
Well, SMC done raised the stakes.
Under the stress of KRS contracts and mental gaps, I vowed [Bbm] to break.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, MC.
Conduct yourself properly MC. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
Who am I?
The MC.
[Gb] Lottie, dottie, [Bb] don't whip a snotty.
I wear [Bbm] VJs out quickly at the party.
Who am I?
If you like me, hip-hop is in your body.
Who am I?
The MC.
When the jam is slow and you [Bb] need a pro-seeder.
Who am I?
The MC.
[F] When you need a lyrical leader with [Bb] oratorical triple features.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need to rock your [Gb] 3000 seat arena, let's believe her.
Who am I?
The MC.
When you need [G] to get the word on the street with [Bb] Mina.
Who am I?
The MC.
I [F] beg thee, let me splurge rhymes, I have plenty.
Who am I?
The MC.
Lord have mercy, I hit Sutton like Percy.
Always knew like Jersey State thirsty.
Who am I?
The [Bbm] MC.
Showing my authority, superiority, [C] an artistic minority.
[F] Night starting me, cause party [Fm] philosophy [Bb] can only be carried out by who am I?
[Bbm] The MC.
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely with plenty of who?
The MC.
Drink that rooftop red zone, Roxy and Bentley's.
Who am I?
The MC.
Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm, cause the lyrics we give them, they miss them.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, the MC.
Her infinite power helps oppress people, sent me to tell you.
If you truly study lyrical flow, and stay on your toes, you will be who am I?
The MC.
And as an MC, you will study verbal magic, [Bb] but watch what you say cause you'll be fracking.
[Bbm] Control your subconscious magnet [Bb] from pulling in havoc.
Who am I?
The MC.
Not stopping MC, hip-hopping MC, verbal rocking, head knocking, quick dropping MC.
I laugh cause I mastered the craft MC.
In sound class, I'm the first and last MC.
It's sorta like J.
Carey throwing that mask at me.
I black out and wake up to catastrophe.
Three MC [Bb] dead from the sound, blown out massively.
Wow!
[G] Who am I?
The MC.
Untouchable, [Bb] can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks.
Ass cracks, [Bbm] get waxed to the max.
MC's pack raps for all tracks.
Indigenous cultures, ancients, whites, blacks.
Never missed it.
The linguistic of who am I?
The [Bb] MC.
Metalyrical, poetic, [Bbm] mystic MC.
Hear it, the voice of an ancient spirit MC.
Premeditated worder, killing negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC.
You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds, and fakes.
Claim to be an MC for heaven's sake.
Well, SMC done raised the stakes.
Under the stress of KRS contracts and mental gaps, I vowed [Bbm] to break.
Who am I?
The MC.
Again, MC.
Conduct yourself properly MC. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _