Chords for Logic - No Biggie
Tempo:
86.85 bpm
Chords used:
F
D
A
C
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It was always right before watching a [D] master.
[Db] Yeah my name is [D] Raii-san, but you know, [F] you can call me, aka Raii-chan of Kabar, you know what I'm saying?
Cause I'ma be in the streets, you know?
I got all kinds [A] of names, like H-O, Paperstack, [F] also known as [C] aka Horse [D] Choker, uh
Ay yo I top you up in 16 pieces in front of your nieces while I'm eating [F] Reese's and won't even offer a penny, yes [Bb] I spit plenty, [F] this is East Coast flow at it's finest, in the studio with your finest, put a bullet where your spine is
At 16 I was skipping school and smoking chronic while you was learning about English, big hours teaching abonics, I spit fire so demonic, bright and cold like I'm a sonic
I set out [D] master breaking sit down like old class, there no medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips my bank account, it's like casino, vote your pockets, microchips
Motherfucker I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested, whoop your ass and get arrested in a double [F] breasted, Louis Vuitton, diamond encrusted, tailor made suit
Now that's all Sinatra, everything I explode like [D] hollow tips on contact, chronologically merged, schmo there's no [F] bringing Joe back
Puffing Cubans and sipping cognac, mafiatic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's [A] fatality, I kill mics like [F] Conrad Murray, sharp like Hanto Steel
The rest is obtuse, I get loose [D] when sipping goose and rhyme like Dax Zeus, [Eb] flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, [C] no time for a truce
I'm phabetical, mathematic [F] addict, I spit 16 so erratic you'd think it was a semi-automatic, I know by now you're thinking oh my god he let him have it
But that was just a loan, time to connect like I'm Capone, read what I've shown, in other words that is the throne, tell him why homies smoking marijuana
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then [N] you're dead wrong, cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whipping, for the sheets, cause this is where intellect and versatility meets, I'm young Sinatra, backstage till I'm with Bobby Sox as I got some
[Db] Yeah my name is [D] Raii-san, but you know, [F] you can call me, aka Raii-chan of Kabar, you know what I'm saying?
Cause I'ma be in the streets, you know?
I got all kinds [A] of names, like H-O, Paperstack, [F] also known as [C] aka Horse [D] Choker, uh
Ay yo I top you up in 16 pieces in front of your nieces while I'm eating [F] Reese's and won't even offer a penny, yes [Bb] I spit plenty, [F] this is East Coast flow at it's finest, in the studio with your finest, put a bullet where your spine is
At 16 I was skipping school and smoking chronic while you was learning about English, big hours teaching abonics, I spit fire so demonic, bright and cold like I'm a sonic
I set out [D] master breaking sit down like old class, there no medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips my bank account, it's like casino, vote your pockets, microchips
Motherfucker I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested, whoop your ass and get arrested in a double [F] breasted, Louis Vuitton, diamond encrusted, tailor made suit
Now that's all Sinatra, everything I explode like [D] hollow tips on contact, chronologically merged, schmo there's no [F] bringing Joe back
Puffing Cubans and sipping cognac, mafiatic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's [A] fatality, I kill mics like [F] Conrad Murray, sharp like Hanto Steel
The rest is obtuse, I get loose [D] when sipping goose and rhyme like Dax Zeus, [Eb] flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, [C] no time for a truce
I'm phabetical, mathematic [F] addict, I spit 16 so erratic you'd think it was a semi-automatic, I know by now you're thinking oh my god he let him have it
But that was just a loan, time to connect like I'm Capone, read what I've shown, in other words that is the throne, tell him why homies smoking marijuana
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then [N] you're dead wrong, cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whipping, for the sheets, cause this is where intellect and versatility meets, I'm young Sinatra, backstage till I'm with Bobby Sox as I got some
Key:
F
D
A
C
Db
F
D
A
_ _ _ _ It was always right before watching a [D] master.
[Db] Yeah my name is [D] Raii-san, but you know, [F] you can call me, aka Raii-chan of Kabar, you know what I'm saying?
Cause I'ma be in the streets, you know?
I got all kinds [A] of names, like H-O, Paperstack, [F] also known as [C] aka Horse [D] Choker, uh_
Ay yo I top you up in 16 pieces in front of your nieces while I'm eating [F] Reese's and won't even offer a penny, yes [Bb] I spit plenty, [F] this is East Coast flow at it's finest, in the studio with your finest, put a bullet where your spine is
At 16 I was skipping school and smoking chronic while you was learning about English, big hours teaching abonics, I spit fire so demonic, bright and cold like I'm a sonic
I set out [D] master breaking sit down like old class, there no medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips my bank account, it's like casino, vote your pockets, microchips
Motherfucker I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested, whoop your ass and get arrested in a double [F] breasted, Louis Vuitton, diamond encrusted, tailor made suit
Now that's all Sinatra, everything I explode like [D] hollow tips on contact, chronologically merged, schmo there's no [F] bringing Joe back
Puffing Cubans and sipping cognac, mafiatic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's [A] fatality, I kill mics like [F] Conrad Murray, sharp like Hanto Steel
The rest is obtuse, I get loose [D] when sipping goose and rhyme like Dax Zeus, [Eb] flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, [C] no time for a truce
I'm phabetical, mathematic [F] addict, I spit 16 so erratic you'd think it was a semi-automatic, I know by now you're thinking oh my god he let him have it
But that was just a loan, time to connect like I'm Capone, read what I've shown, in other words that is the throne, tell him why homies smoking marijuana
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then [N] you're dead wrong, cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whipping, for the sheets, cause this is where intellect and versatility meets, I'm young Sinatra, backstage till I'm with Bobby Sox as I got some _ _ _
[Db] Yeah my name is [D] Raii-san, but you know, [F] you can call me, aka Raii-chan of Kabar, you know what I'm saying?
Cause I'ma be in the streets, you know?
I got all kinds [A] of names, like H-O, Paperstack, [F] also known as [C] aka Horse [D] Choker, uh_
Ay yo I top you up in 16 pieces in front of your nieces while I'm eating [F] Reese's and won't even offer a penny, yes [Bb] I spit plenty, [F] this is East Coast flow at it's finest, in the studio with your finest, put a bullet where your spine is
At 16 I was skipping school and smoking chronic while you was learning about English, big hours teaching abonics, I spit fire so demonic, bright and cold like I'm a sonic
I set out [D] master breaking sit down like old class, there no medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips my bank account, it's like casino, vote your pockets, microchips
Motherfucker I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested, whoop your ass and get arrested in a double [F] breasted, Louis Vuitton, diamond encrusted, tailor made suit
Now that's all Sinatra, everything I explode like [D] hollow tips on contact, chronologically merged, schmo there's no [F] bringing Joe back
Puffing Cubans and sipping cognac, mafiatic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's [A] fatality, I kill mics like [F] Conrad Murray, sharp like Hanto Steel
The rest is obtuse, I get loose [D] when sipping goose and rhyme like Dax Zeus, [Eb] flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, [C] no time for a truce
I'm phabetical, mathematic [F] addict, I spit 16 so erratic you'd think it was a semi-automatic, I know by now you're thinking oh my god he let him have it
But that was just a loan, time to connect like I'm Capone, read what I've shown, in other words that is the throne, tell him why homies smoking marijuana
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then [N] you're dead wrong, cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whipping, for the sheets, cause this is where intellect and versatility meets, I'm young Sinatra, backstage till I'm with Bobby Sox as I got some _ _ _