Chords for Public Enemy - He Got Game (From "He Got Game") ft. Stephen Stills

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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] If man is the father, the son is the center of the earth, in the middle of the universe,
then why is this verse coming six times rehearsed?
Don't freestyle much, but I write them like such.
Amongst the fiends controlled by the screams, what does it all mean, all this shit I've seen?
Human beings screaming [A] vocal javelins, sign of a local [E]
unraveling.
My wandering got my wandering, with crisis in all its crisis.
Hating Satan never knew what nice is.
Check the papers, well I bet on nice is.
More than your eye can see and ears can hear.
Year by year all the sense disappears.
Nonsense perseverance translates with fear, beware.
True triple O's feel good, it might sound a little smooth, but damn the game, if it
don't mean nothing, what is game?
Who got game?
Where's the game in life?
Behind the game, behind the game.
I got game, she got game, we got game, they got game, he got game.
It might feel good, it might sound a little [A] smooth, but damn the game, if it ain't [E] saying nothing, damn.
Was it something I said?
Pretend you don't see, so you turn your head.
Red scared of his shadow, does it matter?
Thought of reparations, got a plan with the population.
Nothing to lose, [A] everything to prove.
People use, even murders, [E] it's a scheme.
White men in suits don't have to jump.
Still a thousand and one ways to lose with the shoes.
God takes care of old folks and fools.
While the devil takes care of making all the rules.
Folks don't even own themselves, paying mental rent to corporate presidents.
One out of one million residents be a dissident who ain't kissing it.
The politics of chains and whips got the sick missing chips in all the championships.
What's love got to do with what you got?
Don't let a weight get to your head or a lock to your heart.
Nonsense perseveres past, laced with fear.
Beware, true triple O's feel good, it might sound a little smooth, but damn the game,
if it don't mean nothing, what is game?
Who got game?
There's the game.
And like behind the game, behind the game, I got game, she got game, we got game,
they got game, he got game.
It might feel good, it might sound a little smooth, but damn the game, if it ain't saying nothing.
There's something [A] happening here.
_ [E] What it is, ain't exactly clear.
_ There's a man with blood [A] on his hands.
Yeah, [E] that's right.
Telling me I got to beware.
_ It's time to stop, tell them what's that sound.
Everybody look, we're going down.
_ _ _ _ _ Lord, if that millennium just be killing, and that's scary, like lives buried in a library.
When do the state pen correct anything?
When piles of us still be catching the bus.
When sacks of cats packing laundry mats pay the preachers back for where the teachers at.
I ain't even got to ask it, at who's underpaid that got filed at the basket.
I can't blame the NBA who be getting all the binges and taking them grants for granted.
Last I checked, pyramids wasn't built like projects, or in them government sheets.
Modern day thugs ain't got no guts, pardon their oppression under governance.
Last time in the church be the last time in the church, debt pledge allegiance to CDs and movies.
Leave a reality, believe in fantasy.
Believe in fatalities, too many formalities.
Translated with fear, beware, 2-triple-zero is here.
It might feel good, it might sound a little something, but damn the game.
If it don't mean nothing, what is game?
Who got game?
Where's the game?
And like, behind the game, behind the game.
I got game, she got game, we got game, they got game, he got game.
It might feel good, it might sound a little something, but f*** the game.
If it ain't saying that.
_ _ _ We _ _ _ _ got game, we got game. _ _ _