Chords for Mos Dub - Shroud The Stars

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_ [A] [F#] This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin'
But people find pushin' and measure mints of ounces
Midwest, big stretches, small houses
Down south [B] slayin' the claim that it's [A] pronounced
East on [B] that foul shit, west they straight [A] plowin'
Black stores [Bm] got that shit they all get down with
Don't tell [F#] me you're on the scene and been [A] around it
For [Bm] a slickin' on the block I [A] am
The mojo worker with [Bm] the hottest sand
I keep [A] it lookin' like pots and [Bm] pans
I know that haters got [A] they plots to scam
But [F#] they simply can't stop my clan
It's Mighty Moza, Super Guava, man
Black star, my fam, about to move on the hearts of men
Until the small-hearted hearts of men
Move a day, blow a start, the jam
And I split fam, I spark the jam
Heavy hittin' shit across the fence
In other words, I'm off the wall with that
The Dutch, heavy user on the mend
So make them shine a little [A] more with that
For [G#] the people that they feed, [F#m] I am
The _ [A] _ _ [B] mojo [A] _ [F#] worker with [F#m] the hottest sand
I [Bm] _ [F#m] know that haters _ [Bm] _
[A] got they plots to scam
But they simply can't stop my clan
Uh, [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _
uh, [A] uh
A lot of cats like to do them the right [F#] way
Rollin' in front, they say they rollin' [B] in paper
Like they ran a [A] plus, tell ya how much
They sound, [F#] standin' a month, if the [A] man
Pay you the job, you do him, he [Bm] never let man take advantage
Of [A] us, you get props off the [Bm] diamonds you rented
I get [A] my props off the rhymes I [B] invented
Cause I spoke my mind and [A] I meant it
Like copper with [B] a bowtie, I kick your ass for [A] class
Come on, we still takin' [Bm] the Brooklyn when we ready to [F#] splash
Me a hot check, ready to blast
I'm never ready to last
I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like a Betty, she fast
The rhyme veteran, you act a real [B] bitch right now
Like a lesbian, [A] thirsty and sissy, let me in the back
I'm a drop of juice, plugged in like pasta noodles
Stay fresh and clean like hospital pools
In the world of Chris, [Bm] poppers, but wallet to [A] wristwatches
If you ever took [F#] your wristwatch and knew this
Why the [A] cops stoppin' [F#] you?
Nigga, please
They can track you down anywhere
Through cell phones, cell emitting radiation through your ear
Your two-way that's way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational systems show you how to get there
If you ain't think about how you got here
Do you know what you are?
Come on, back in [F#] the day
They used to follow the [A] stars, spill it too much
You gotta [F#] catch it in bottles and jars
And make them cease, eat their [F#m] words and swallow their bars
Oh my God
This is my twin, I had you
Fuckin' her
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] I'ma host my brother
Motherfuckin' host
Yeah, yeah, [B] yeah
[A] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[B]
Yeah, yeah, [F#m] yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, [A] yeah
Yeah, _ [A] _ [Bm] yeah, yeah
Yeah, _ [Bm] yeah, [B] yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah _
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