Chords for Masta Killa - Street Corner feat. Inspectah Deck & GZA (HD)
Tempo:
77.5 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Looking on various street corners, I'm sure you've seen it yourself, standing on the corner is an alleged brother dressed [Dm] in blue, [Bb] green, red and black, and spouting the news [Dm] that the revolution is coming and you [Bb] better get ready.
It's sort of like the end of the world is coming.
Unfortunately, the world is [Dm] just going to drag on and on.
[Bb]
And we have a poem that we've written particularly for the brother [Dm] on the street corners.
[Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] And every [Bb] day war.
Focus now.
Notice how things change.
Soldier, I remain the [Dm] same.
I'm older now.
I [Bb] embrace the pain.
I blame the struggle nearly drove me insane.
Thought I lost my [Dm] head.
So my brethren told me the [Bb] same.
No tears for the reaper.
I buried about a thousand in graffiti.
Rest [Dm] in peace.
Sprayed all throughout [Bb] the houses.
I try to stay civilized.
The hood's a prison [Dm] inside.
The only difference is the doors don't [Bb] slide.
Still we trapped in the animal [Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb] cage.
From the slave ships to today's bricks.
Same shit.
I'm awake to [Dm] the wickedness in one with the [Bb] pavement.
The war-grape mind stays divine.
My hands remain deadly.
We shine without [Dm] the lingerie.
Produce [Bb] light that'll travel through mics.
Now as the time ripened, we took [Dm] words that were nourishing, [Bb] encouraging a nation to awaken those who are sleeping.
[Dm] Can you conceive the thought?
[Bb] Transatlantic imports, slave and board.
Secret relations between blacks and [Dm] Jews might set a fuse [Bb] off in the head.
Many dead, lynch hunks, swung through trees.
[Dm] Brothers in the struggle together.
Eat [Bb] from one pot, hold each other down to the sneaker.
Nothing come between us, fast money [Dm] and chicks.
Did it to [Bb] the best of clicks.
It's sickening.
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Life make way for a better [Bb] tomorrow.
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Take care of who you stand for, a better [Bb] tomorrow.
Catch a few flashbacks about going through the struggle.
How we used to make [Dm] dollars from all the snow we [Bb] shoveled in a broke neighborhood.
Where the kids often dream about [Dm] a lavish life that is mostly seen on the [Bb] screen.
Some dreams are quickly cut short due to gang violence.
From loud guns [Dm] that kept witnesses in deep [Bb] silence.
Was it bad timing, jealousy from too much shining, or [Dm] a setup from a girl that he wanted kept [Bb] dining?
It's a known fact that we'll attack causes like that.
And depending on the [Dm] kind of impact, the strike [Bb] back.
In a town where the talk is cheap and beef is brief, a mother [Dm] sobs uncontrollably and exhibits the [Bb] grief.
Large holes in the front door of a housing tenement allows room to [Dm] retaliate, so conflict [Bb] is imminent.
This hate in the brain destroys the cells like cancer.
[Dm] Even experts are stuck with more questions than [Bb] answers.
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[N]
It's sort of like the end of the world is coming.
Unfortunately, the world is [Dm] just going to drag on and on.
[Bb]
And we have a poem that we've written particularly for the brother [Dm] on the street corners.
[Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] And every [Bb] day war.
Focus now.
Notice how things change.
Soldier, I remain the [Dm] same.
I'm older now.
I [Bb] embrace the pain.
I blame the struggle nearly drove me insane.
Thought I lost my [Dm] head.
So my brethren told me the [Bb] same.
No tears for the reaper.
I buried about a thousand in graffiti.
Rest [Dm] in peace.
Sprayed all throughout [Bb] the houses.
I try to stay civilized.
The hood's a prison [Dm] inside.
The only difference is the doors don't [Bb] slide.
Still we trapped in the animal [Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb] cage.
From the slave ships to today's bricks.
Same shit.
I'm awake to [Dm] the wickedness in one with the [Bb] pavement.
The war-grape mind stays divine.
My hands remain deadly.
We shine without [Dm] the lingerie.
Produce [Bb] light that'll travel through mics.
Now as the time ripened, we took [Dm] words that were nourishing, [Bb] encouraging a nation to awaken those who are sleeping.
[Dm] Can you conceive the thought?
[Bb] Transatlantic imports, slave and board.
Secret relations between blacks and [Dm] Jews might set a fuse [Bb] off in the head.
Many dead, lynch hunks, swung through trees.
[Dm] Brothers in the struggle together.
Eat [Bb] from one pot, hold each other down to the sneaker.
Nothing come between us, fast money [Dm] and chicks.
Did it to [Bb] the best of clicks.
It's sickening.
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Life make way for a better [Bb] tomorrow.
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Take care of who you stand for, a better [Bb] tomorrow.
Catch a few flashbacks about going through the struggle.
How we used to make [Dm] dollars from all the snow we [Bb] shoveled in a broke neighborhood.
Where the kids often dream about [Dm] a lavish life that is mostly seen on the [Bb] screen.
Some dreams are quickly cut short due to gang violence.
From loud guns [Dm] that kept witnesses in deep [Bb] silence.
Was it bad timing, jealousy from too much shining, or [Dm] a setup from a girl that he wanted kept [Bb] dining?
It's a known fact that we'll attack causes like that.
And depending on the [Dm] kind of impact, the strike [Bb] back.
In a town where the talk is cheap and beef is brief, a mother [Dm] sobs uncontrollably and exhibits the [Bb] grief.
Large holes in the front door of a housing tenement allows room to [Dm] retaliate, so conflict [Bb] is imminent.
This hate in the brain destroys the cells like cancer.
[Dm] Even experts are stuck with more questions than [Bb] answers.
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[Dm] [Bb]
[N]
Key:
Dm
Bb
Dm
Bb
Dm
Bb
Dm
Bb
_ Looking on various street corners, I'm sure you've seen it yourself, standing on the corner is an alleged brother dressed [Dm] in blue, [Bb] green, red and black, and spouting the news [Dm] that the revolution is coming and you [Bb] better get ready.
It's sort of like the end of the world is coming.
Unfortunately, the world is [Dm] just going to drag on and on.
[Bb]
And we have a poem that we've written particularly for the brother [Dm] on the street corners.
[Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] And every [Bb] day war.
Focus now.
Notice how things change.
Soldier, I remain the [Dm] same.
I'm older now.
I [Bb] embrace the pain.
I blame the struggle nearly drove me insane.
Thought I lost my [Dm] head.
So my brethren told me the [Bb] same.
No tears for the reaper.
I buried about a thousand in graffiti.
Rest [Dm] in peace.
Sprayed all throughout [Bb] the houses.
I try to stay civilized.
The hood's a prison [Dm] inside.
The only difference is the doors don't [Bb] slide.
Still we trapped in the animal _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] cage.
From the slave ships to today's bricks.
Same shit.
I'm awake to [Dm] the wickedness in one with the [Bb] pavement.
The war-grape mind stays divine.
My hands remain deadly.
We shine without [Dm] the lingerie.
Produce [Bb] light that'll travel through mics.
Now as the time ripened, we took [Dm] words that were nourishing, [Bb] encouraging a nation to awaken those who are sleeping.
[Dm] Can you conceive the thought?
[Bb] Transatlantic imports, slave and board.
Secret relations between blacks and [Dm] Jews might set a fuse [Bb] off in the head.
Many dead, lynch hunks, swung through trees.
[Dm] Brothers in the struggle together.
Eat [Bb] from one pot, hold each other down to the sneaker.
Nothing come between us, fast money [Dm] and chicks.
Did it to [Bb] the best of clicks.
It's sickening. _ _ _ _
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Life make way for a better [Bb] tomorrow.
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Take care of who you stand for, a better [Bb] tomorrow.
Catch a few flashbacks about going through the struggle.
How we used to make [Dm] dollars from all the snow we [Bb] shoveled in a broke neighborhood.
Where the kids often dream about [Dm] a lavish life that is mostly seen on the [Bb] screen.
Some dreams are quickly cut short due to gang violence.
From loud guns [Dm] that kept witnesses in deep [Bb] silence.
Was it bad timing, jealousy from too much shining, or [Dm] a setup from a girl that he wanted kept [Bb] dining?
It's a known fact that we'll attack causes like that.
And depending on the [Dm] kind of impact, the strike [Bb] back.
In a town where the talk is cheap and beef is brief, a mother [Dm] sobs uncontrollably and exhibits the [Bb] grief.
Large holes in the front door of a housing tenement allows room to [Dm] retaliate, so conflict [Bb] is imminent.
This hate in the brain destroys the cells like cancer.
[Dm] Even experts are stuck with more questions than [Bb] answers.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
It's sort of like the end of the world is coming.
Unfortunately, the world is [Dm] just going to drag on and on.
[Bb]
And we have a poem that we've written particularly for the brother [Dm] on the street corners.
[Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] And every [Bb] day war.
Focus now.
Notice how things change.
Soldier, I remain the [Dm] same.
I'm older now.
I [Bb] embrace the pain.
I blame the struggle nearly drove me insane.
Thought I lost my [Dm] head.
So my brethren told me the [Bb] same.
No tears for the reaper.
I buried about a thousand in graffiti.
Rest [Dm] in peace.
Sprayed all throughout [Bb] the houses.
I try to stay civilized.
The hood's a prison [Dm] inside.
The only difference is the doors don't [Bb] slide.
Still we trapped in the animal _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] cage.
From the slave ships to today's bricks.
Same shit.
I'm awake to [Dm] the wickedness in one with the [Bb] pavement.
The war-grape mind stays divine.
My hands remain deadly.
We shine without [Dm] the lingerie.
Produce [Bb] light that'll travel through mics.
Now as the time ripened, we took [Dm] words that were nourishing, [Bb] encouraging a nation to awaken those who are sleeping.
[Dm] Can you conceive the thought?
[Bb] Transatlantic imports, slave and board.
Secret relations between blacks and [Dm] Jews might set a fuse [Bb] off in the head.
Many dead, lynch hunks, swung through trees.
[Dm] Brothers in the struggle together.
Eat [Bb] from one pot, hold each other down to the sneaker.
Nothing come between us, fast money [Dm] and chicks.
Did it to [Bb] the best of clicks.
It's sickening. _ _ _ _
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Life make way for a better [Bb] tomorrow.
It's me and you, son, forever in the struggle.
No doubt [Dm] we hustle.
Survival is [Bb] the motto.
You soon follow a better tomorrow.
[Dm] Take care of who you stand for, a better [Bb] tomorrow.
Catch a few flashbacks about going through the struggle.
How we used to make [Dm] dollars from all the snow we [Bb] shoveled in a broke neighborhood.
Where the kids often dream about [Dm] a lavish life that is mostly seen on the [Bb] screen.
Some dreams are quickly cut short due to gang violence.
From loud guns [Dm] that kept witnesses in deep [Bb] silence.
Was it bad timing, jealousy from too much shining, or [Dm] a setup from a girl that he wanted kept [Bb] dining?
It's a known fact that we'll attack causes like that.
And depending on the [Dm] kind of impact, the strike [Bb] back.
In a town where the talk is cheap and beef is brief, a mother [Dm] sobs uncontrollably and exhibits the [Bb] grief.
Large holes in the front door of a housing tenement allows room to [Dm] retaliate, so conflict [Bb] is imminent.
This hate in the brain destroys the cells like cancer.
[Dm] Even experts are stuck with more questions than [Bb] answers.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
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