Chords for MF DOOM - Questions
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
D
Ebm
Eb
B
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
[B]
My servants began [Gb] to forge [Eb] what was to become the most [E] dreaded costume on the face of the earth.
[Bb]
The last thing to fit was the mask.
Would it conform to my [B] twisted features in comfort?
[D]
Cleans his metal mask with gasoline, [Eb] they after him last seen, pulling a chick like a fiend, [D] pull a fast one.
Can't put shit past him, [Ab] got niggas on his own team, not enough [D] to blast him.
Retarded in real life on the mic, [Ebm] Rain Man, stand close to his main man like a [D] chain gang.
Who give a fuck about who on they [Ebm] fancy crew, that's no mystery.
Like Hardy [D] Boys do with Nancy Drew, soda with her jaws [Ebm] down quarter.
The ex-daughter brings slaughter like, well [D] I order.
I suggest you hand over the former, little dealer.
A [Ebm] villain in your land, [D] in his land a ruler.
Hard hitting like Buff and the Wooler with Lieutenant Uhura.
[Ebm] Everyday feel like [Db] it's a off day in Ferris Bueller.
Brother cool heat to prove they [D] not sweet, no matter how you spell it, they still got beef.
I take no question how we live, question what [Ebm] we give.
Take it to the next, leave em where they can't see [D] me.
Still they judge, but they be butt [Ebm] assed.
What's that wig?
Like a Muppet.
Keep it simple, [D] can't trust it.
Lights the fuel, mic is the [Ebm] tool.
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel.
[D] Finish what I start, master the art.
Live in hell, [Ebm] can't explain it, inhale, confuse it more.
Cop [D] the 4-4, contemplate, meditate.
[Ebm] Dictate, I direct my direct fate.
Coming [D] of late, curious, can I say [Ebm] shit?
Do it for Cotto Rock, do it for [D] K-Mid.
RIP, K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C.
[Eb] Eternally for M-I-C, only we [D] save we.
Yeah, [Ebm] I'm saying that right as a public, or y'all put more fuckers to keep slinging out shit.
My candlelight was me and I write these rhymes so I'm burnt out.
[A] Most is from [Ab] experience, shit that I learned [Bb] about.
Topics and views generally concerned about.
With different ways to come up and [D] earn clout.
I take a look at my life, I pace [Ebm] the trails.
From top-leaguing savage females with fake nails [D] to face veils.
You out your frame but still [Ebm] bagging them too.
You know I know, these hoes be asking me from you.
[D] Like my twin brother, we did everything [Ebm] together.
From 100 ricotta lots to copping [D] brother leathers.
Remember when you went and got the dark blue [B] valleys?
I had all the different colored kazals and [D] kazalis.
The Sub-Roc, three-finger wing with the ruby [Ebm] and the O-Oc.
Truly the endless dynamic duo [D] on the whole block.
I keep a flick of you with a machete sword in [Ebm] your hand.
Everything is going according [D] to plan man.
[Eb] And now I keep gripping.
[D]
[Eb] [D]
[Ebm]
[Ab]
[G]
[B] Now!
The [D]
[F] end of doom.
[B]
My servants began [Gb] to forge [Eb] what was to become the most [E] dreaded costume on the face of the earth.
[Bb]
The last thing to fit was the mask.
Would it conform to my [B] twisted features in comfort?
[D]
Cleans his metal mask with gasoline, [Eb] they after him last seen, pulling a chick like a fiend, [D] pull a fast one.
Can't put shit past him, [Ab] got niggas on his own team, not enough [D] to blast him.
Retarded in real life on the mic, [Ebm] Rain Man, stand close to his main man like a [D] chain gang.
Who give a fuck about who on they [Ebm] fancy crew, that's no mystery.
Like Hardy [D] Boys do with Nancy Drew, soda with her jaws [Ebm] down quarter.
The ex-daughter brings slaughter like, well [D] I order.
I suggest you hand over the former, little dealer.
A [Ebm] villain in your land, [D] in his land a ruler.
Hard hitting like Buff and the Wooler with Lieutenant Uhura.
[Ebm] Everyday feel like [Db] it's a off day in Ferris Bueller.
Brother cool heat to prove they [D] not sweet, no matter how you spell it, they still got beef.
I take no question how we live, question what [Ebm] we give.
Take it to the next, leave em where they can't see [D] me.
Still they judge, but they be butt [Ebm] assed.
What's that wig?
Like a Muppet.
Keep it simple, [D] can't trust it.
Lights the fuel, mic is the [Ebm] tool.
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel.
[D] Finish what I start, master the art.
Live in hell, [Ebm] can't explain it, inhale, confuse it more.
Cop [D] the 4-4, contemplate, meditate.
[Ebm] Dictate, I direct my direct fate.
Coming [D] of late, curious, can I say [Ebm] shit?
Do it for Cotto Rock, do it for [D] K-Mid.
RIP, K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C.
[Eb] Eternally for M-I-C, only we [D] save we.
Yeah, [Ebm] I'm saying that right as a public, or y'all put more fuckers to keep slinging out shit.
My candlelight was me and I write these rhymes so I'm burnt out.
[A] Most is from [Ab] experience, shit that I learned [Bb] about.
Topics and views generally concerned about.
With different ways to come up and [D] earn clout.
I take a look at my life, I pace [Ebm] the trails.
From top-leaguing savage females with fake nails [D] to face veils.
You out your frame but still [Ebm] bagging them too.
You know I know, these hoes be asking me from you.
[D] Like my twin brother, we did everything [Ebm] together.
From 100 ricotta lots to copping [D] brother leathers.
Remember when you went and got the dark blue [B] valleys?
I had all the different colored kazals and [D] kazalis.
The Sub-Roc, three-finger wing with the ruby [Ebm] and the O-Oc.
Truly the endless dynamic duo [D] on the whole block.
I keep a flick of you with a machete sword in [Ebm] your hand.
Everything is going according [D] to plan man.
[Eb] And now I keep gripping.
[D]
[Eb] [D]
[Ebm]
[Ab]
[G]
[B] Now!
The [D]
[F] end of doom.
Key:
D
Ebm
Eb
B
Ab
D
Ebm
Eb
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My servants began [Gb] to forge [Eb] what was to become the most [E] dreaded costume on the face of the earth.
_ _ [Bb] _
_ _ The last thing to fit was the mask.
_ Would it conform to my [B] twisted features in comfort?
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
Cleans his metal mask with gasoline, [Eb] they after him last seen, pulling a chick like a fiend, [D] pull a fast one. _ _
Can't put shit past him, [Ab] got niggas on his own team, not enough [D] to blast him.
Retarded in real life on the mic, [Ebm] Rain Man, stand close to his main man like a [D] chain gang.
Who give a fuck about who on they [Ebm] fancy crew, that's no mystery.
Like Hardy [D] Boys do with Nancy Drew, soda with her jaws [Ebm] down quarter.
The ex-daughter brings slaughter like, well [D] I order.
I suggest you hand over the former, little dealer.
A [Ebm] villain in your land, [D] in his land a ruler.
Hard hitting like Buff and the Wooler with Lieutenant Uhura.
[Ebm] Everyday feel like [Db] it's a off day in Ferris Bueller.
Brother cool heat to prove they [D] not sweet, no matter how you spell it, they still got beef.
I take no question how we live, question what [Ebm] we give.
Take it to the next, leave em where they can't see [D] me.
Still they judge, but they be butt [Ebm] assed.
What's that wig?
Like a Muppet.
Keep it simple, [D] can't trust it.
Lights the fuel, mic is the [Ebm] tool.
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel.
[D] Finish what I start, master the art.
Live in hell, [Ebm] can't explain it, inhale, confuse it more.
Cop [D] the 4-4, contemplate, meditate.
[Ebm] Dictate, I direct my direct fate.
Coming [D] of late, curious, _ can I say [Ebm] shit?
Do it for Cotto Rock, do it for [D] K-Mid.
RIP, K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C.
[Eb] Eternally for M-I-C, only we [D] save we. _
Yeah, [Ebm] I'm saying that right as a public, or y'all put more fuckers to keep slinging out shit.
My candlelight was me and I write these rhymes so I'm burnt out.
[A] Most is from [Ab] experience, shit that I learned [Bb] about.
Topics and views generally concerned about.
With different ways to come up and [D] earn clout.
I take a look at my life, I pace [Ebm] the trails.
From top-leaguing savage females with fake nails [D] to face veils.
You out your frame but still [Ebm] bagging them too.
You know I know, these hoes be asking me from you.
[D] Like my twin brother, we did everything [Ebm] together.
From 100 ricotta lots to copping [D] brother leathers.
Remember when you went and got the dark blue [B] valleys?
I had all the different colored kazals and [D] kazalis.
The Sub-Roc, three-finger wing with the ruby [Ebm] and the O-Oc.
Truly the endless dynamic duo [D] on the whole block.
I keep a flick of you with a machete sword in [Ebm] your hand.
Everything is going according [D] to plan man. _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] And now I keep gripping.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Now!
_ The _ _ [D] _
_ _ [F] _ _ end of doom. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My servants began [Gb] to forge [Eb] what was to become the most [E] dreaded costume on the face of the earth.
_ _ [Bb] _
_ _ The last thing to fit was the mask.
_ Would it conform to my [B] twisted features in comfort?
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
Cleans his metal mask with gasoline, [Eb] they after him last seen, pulling a chick like a fiend, [D] pull a fast one. _ _
Can't put shit past him, [Ab] got niggas on his own team, not enough [D] to blast him.
Retarded in real life on the mic, [Ebm] Rain Man, stand close to his main man like a [D] chain gang.
Who give a fuck about who on they [Ebm] fancy crew, that's no mystery.
Like Hardy [D] Boys do with Nancy Drew, soda with her jaws [Ebm] down quarter.
The ex-daughter brings slaughter like, well [D] I order.
I suggest you hand over the former, little dealer.
A [Ebm] villain in your land, [D] in his land a ruler.
Hard hitting like Buff and the Wooler with Lieutenant Uhura.
[Ebm] Everyday feel like [Db] it's a off day in Ferris Bueller.
Brother cool heat to prove they [D] not sweet, no matter how you spell it, they still got beef.
I take no question how we live, question what [Ebm] we give.
Take it to the next, leave em where they can't see [D] me.
Still they judge, but they be butt [Ebm] assed.
What's that wig?
Like a Muppet.
Keep it simple, [D] can't trust it.
Lights the fuel, mic is the [Ebm] tool.
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel.
[D] Finish what I start, master the art.
Live in hell, [Ebm] can't explain it, inhale, confuse it more.
Cop [D] the 4-4, contemplate, meditate.
[Ebm] Dictate, I direct my direct fate.
Coming [D] of late, curious, _ can I say [Ebm] shit?
Do it for Cotto Rock, do it for [D] K-Mid.
RIP, K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C.
[Eb] Eternally for M-I-C, only we [D] save we. _
Yeah, [Ebm] I'm saying that right as a public, or y'all put more fuckers to keep slinging out shit.
My candlelight was me and I write these rhymes so I'm burnt out.
[A] Most is from [Ab] experience, shit that I learned [Bb] about.
Topics and views generally concerned about.
With different ways to come up and [D] earn clout.
I take a look at my life, I pace [Ebm] the trails.
From top-leaguing savage females with fake nails [D] to face veils.
You out your frame but still [Ebm] bagging them too.
You know I know, these hoes be asking me from you.
[D] Like my twin brother, we did everything [Ebm] together.
From 100 ricotta lots to copping [D] brother leathers.
Remember when you went and got the dark blue [B] valleys?
I had all the different colored kazals and [D] kazalis.
The Sub-Roc, three-finger wing with the ruby [Ebm] and the O-Oc.
Truly the endless dynamic duo [D] on the whole block.
I keep a flick of you with a machete sword in [Ebm] your hand.
Everything is going according [D] to plan man. _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] And now I keep gripping.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Now!
_ The _ _ [D] _
_ _ [F] _ _ end of doom. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _