Soul Kid Klik - Mortal Combat Chords

Tempo:
90.05 bpm
Chords used:

Eb

Bbm

B

Ebm

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Soul Kid Klik - Mortal Combat chords
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[Eb] [B]
[Bbm]
[Ebm] I'm choking on the beat without meaning to [F] stop, yeah
[Bbm] I'm choking
[Ebm] [Bbm] on the beat without meaning to [F] stop, yeah
[Gb]
[Eb] Who be that little [Ebm] nigga creeping out the door?
Giving actions in that [Bbm] sack, let's get ready to roll
[Eb] Cumber through the thresholds of hell [F] in the diaper
When I [Ebm] decipher rhymes with [Bbm] the precision of a sniper
[Eb] Get hyper, get open, get ripped apart
I got the floors flowing, got [Gb] the sights aimed at your [Eb] heart
So start to reap if you wanna [B] cheat
I'ma cut your body up, use it to [Bbm] the shocks in the coral [Eb] reef
The soul gets heavy, no other [B] soul could ever
Get plain niggas, get [Bbm] straight heavy, huh
[Ebm] With the lyrics that irrelevant, what the hell if it
I rip a rapper frame because my flow is, [Eb] yeah
With the ill [B] tune, I'm bringing bang soon
To do a new [Gb] rim, but they be like DJing [Eb] fool
And you know we can't have [Ebm] that
The infamous is well trained [Bbm] in the art of mortal combat
[Eb] My style descends from Italian [B] Witticism
Conveyed upon an art [Bbm] from Roman Catholic [Eb] mysticism
Illuminati trace chalk [B] around your body
A sick fucking animal [Bbm] like a rap John Gotch
[Eb] We duck and clasp through the glasses of [B] Al Jumano
Our mouths score a strange [Bbm] like Death Echoes of Toronto
[Eb] Sweat from your ear [B] produces fear
Vibrations that inflict [Bbm] like the horns of a spear
[Eb] I write raps in Latin, translate it [B] for my ritual
Super glory and [Bbm] chance to sue my savage past
[Eb] My mortal combat is a mirror [B] match
Between fools [F] posing pose of a [Db] Gemini sun
[Eb] So I'm laying tracks at the Vatican
Enrolled, we'll set the street tone to fucking [Bbm] Pope is Vatican
[Eb] He wanna battle, he mutt, he [B] joking
My AES dog will [Bbm] leave his SV-12 smoking
[Eb] Storm representing like the weather
[B] Y'all reaching this cult front
[Bbm] I for once should feel my reigns of terror
[Eb] I'm scaring niggas like Lorena Wilson's scissors
I get on you, come in your walls [Bbm] like the lizard
[Eb] The Blacks on the still, the nine [B] degrees of combat
Mortals [Bbm] that react, get they spine ripped out, lay [Eb] back
You're blowing up, so watch me drop you like a load
Blow my kiss [Ebm] to death and [Bbm] make your fucking ass explode
[Eb] Let me [F] flip the script on the reel, I [B] wanna brung
Cause here comes the man, [Bbm] Allah affection the black [Eb] munt
Run for cover, my shit is [F] unstable
[Ebm] You savor the flavor, [Bbm] the niggas spitting race
[Eb] I'm heading for Armageddon with two clips slow
So niggas start running as [Bbm] the Blacks' victims come
[Eb] I walk on the block with my Glock [B] on lock
And if you get foggy, [Bbm] that's it, baby, pop
[Eb] Bam, I hit you with a stab, [B] you're wetter
Some new and [Ebm] blue shit that [Bbm] could fuck your own better
[Eb] So step up and dance with the devil if [F] you're foggy
I lock [Ebm] like a mass [Bbm] breath when I take your last [Eb] breath
Run for cover, I'll break your tape recorder
And [Ebm] bag it through in alphabetical [Eb] order
You know my C-notes are worth something, knocker
Mortal [Ebm] Kombat from the Puerto [Bbm] Rican spear chucker
World is mine from the west [Eb] of Malaysia
I'm acting schmuck, slow nines like Alvin Anesthesia
Three Spore, candy with the flavors of tobacco
I'm ice like Romano's, like Supper's, like Brock
Gladona, I build the vile reptiles
Mama, [Bbm] now I slam on the jam [Ebm] like Samji and Connor
[Eb] Coming through the hills like I get made in
Cause I spark [Gb] mics with a new pundit, God made it
[Eb] [B] [Bb] I use MCs like [Db] Sub-Zero
[Eb] Then you root for the money, man, I respect your loyalty
I hear a [Ebm] harp when your life's harpy
[Eb] Cause I love my G and all the flows, [B] my foot on sofa
With MCs we slosha, [Bbm] and chicken, like Us
[Eb] All up catchin' back like Mike [B] Piazza
And shoot it like Mancini [Bbm] with that boom boom [F] sasa
[B]
[Eb]
[B]
[F] [C]
Say another word, and I'm a wreck
Seems I underestimate you
[Ab] [N]
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Eb
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Bbm
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B
12341112
Ebm
13421116
F
134211111
Eb
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Bbm
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B
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Let's start jamming G-Clef Da Mad Komposa - (instrumental) Mortal Combat chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - Eb, Bbm, Eb, B, Eb and Ebm in sequence. For a smooth transition, initiate your practice at 45 BPM and gradually match the song's pace of 90 BPM. Set the capo considering your vocal range and favored chords, aligned with the key: Eb Major.

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_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
[Ebm] I'm choking on the beat without meaning to [F] stop, yeah
[Bbm] I'm choking _
_ [Ebm] [Bbm] on the beat without meaning to [F] stop, yeah
_ _ [Gb] _
[Eb] Who be that little [Ebm] nigga creeping out the door?
Giving actions in that [Bbm] sack, let's get ready to roll
[Eb] Cumber through the thresholds of hell [F] in the diaper
When I [Ebm] decipher rhymes with [Bbm] the precision of a sniper
[Eb] Get hyper, get open, get ripped apart
I got the floors flowing, got [Gb] the sights aimed at your [Eb] heart
So start to reap if you wanna [B] cheat
I'ma cut your body up, use it to [Bbm] the shocks in the coral [Eb] reef
The soul gets heavy, no other [B] soul could ever
Get plain niggas, get [Bbm] straight heavy, huh
[Ebm] With the lyrics that irrelevant, what the hell if it
I rip a rapper frame because my flow is, [Eb] yeah
With the ill [B] tune, I'm bringing bang soon
To do a new [Gb] rim, but they be like DJing [Eb] fool
And you know we can't have [Ebm] that
The infamous is well trained [Bbm] in the art of mortal combat
[Eb] My style descends from Italian [B] Witticism
Conveyed upon an art [Bbm] from Roman Catholic [Eb] mysticism
Illuminati trace chalk [B] around your body
A sick fucking animal [Bbm] like a rap John Gotch
[Eb] We duck and clasp through the glasses of [B] Al Jumano
Our mouths score a strange [Bbm] like Death Echoes of Toronto
[Eb] Sweat from your ear [B] produces fear
Vibrations that inflict [Bbm] like the horns of a spear
[Eb] I write raps in Latin, translate it [B] for my ritual
Super glory and [Bbm] chance to sue my savage past
[Eb] My mortal combat is a mirror [B] match
Between fools [F] posing pose of a [Db] Gemini sun
[Eb] So I'm laying tracks at the Vatican
Enrolled, we'll set the street tone to fucking [Bbm] Pope is Vatican
[Eb] He wanna battle, he mutt, he [B] joking
My AES dog will [Bbm] leave his SV-12 smoking
[Eb] Storm representing like the weather
[B] Y'all reaching this cult front
[Bbm] I for once should feel my reigns of terror
[Eb] I'm scaring niggas like Lorena Wilson's scissors
I get on you, come in your walls [Bbm] like the lizard
[Eb] The Blacks on the still, the nine [B] degrees of combat
Mortals [Bbm] that react, get they spine ripped out, lay [Eb] back
You're blowing up, so watch me drop you like a load
Blow my kiss [Ebm] to death and [Bbm] make your fucking ass explode
[Eb] Let me [F] flip the script on the reel, I [B] wanna brung
Cause here comes the man, [Bbm] Allah affection the black [Eb] munt
Run for cover, my shit is [F] unstable
[Ebm] You savor the flavor, [Bbm] the niggas spitting race
[Eb] I'm heading for Armageddon with two clips slow
So niggas start running as [Bbm] the Blacks' victims come
[Eb] I walk on the block with my Glock [B] on lock
And if you get foggy, [Bbm] that's it, baby, pop
[Eb] Bam, I hit you with a stab, [B] you're wetter
Some new and [Ebm] blue shit that [Bbm] could fuck your own better
[Eb] So step up and dance with the devil if [F] you're foggy
I lock [Ebm] like a mass [Bbm] breath when I take your last [Eb] breath
Run for cover, I'll break your tape recorder
And [Ebm] bag it through in alphabetical [Eb] order
You know my C-notes are worth something, knocker
Mortal [Ebm] Kombat from the Puerto [Bbm] Rican spear chucker
World is mine from the west [Eb] of Malaysia
I'm acting schmuck, slow nines like Alvin Anesthesia
Three Spore, candy with the flavors of tobacco
I'm ice like Romano's, like Supper's, like Brock
Gladona, I build the vile reptiles
Mama, [Bbm] now I slam on the jam [Ebm] like Samji and Connor
[Eb] Coming through the hills like I get made in
Cause I spark [Gb] mics with a new pundit, God made it
[Eb] _ [B] _ _ [Bb] I use MCs like [Db] Sub-Zero
[Eb] Then you root for the money, man, I respect your loyalty
I hear a [Ebm] harp when your life's harpy
[Eb] Cause I love my G and all the flows, [B] my foot on sofa
With MCs we slosha, [Bbm] and chicken, like Us
[Eb] All up catchin' back like Mike [B] Piazza
And shoot it like Mancini [Bbm] with that boom boom [F] sasa
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Say another word, _ and I'm a wreck
Seems I underestimate you _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _

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This song is part of Kompositionz, Volume 1 album.

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