Chords for Spearhead - Chocolate Supa Highway

_ Attention ladies and [B] gentlemen, ground control to these elements, pilot Shokumar Narasai speaking.
We're approaching our final point of destination.
Federal regulation requires that you pay close [Bm] attention to the turntable located out of [B] this point of view.
For further information, report an intergalactic extension at Super New Jet Line and Military Flight and Starlight and communication on the Chocolate Super Highway.
We rock, rock, y'all, as spearheads come alive on the eve of the tricky low.
We live in 45, no jive, we be surviving, singing praises to jive.
[Bm] Every time we throw down, and every time we puff live.
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We're the champions of jive, we take chickens alive.
We're the champions of jive, we take chickens alive.
[Bm] _ Super Highway, we live past years, [F#] so may my dad have faith [B] that the spearhead crew [B] will never be back through.
No way, no way, when I go out like that, [Bm] because we live before the rhythm and the funk is always [B] fast.
So we bring fake beats, I come here for Christmas, I make you testify just like an O.J. Simpson witness.
I sound just so alarming, [Bm] like killer bees, people are be swarming.
[B] So like the price is right, come on down, make a little hooch, but excuse me while I light my spit.
You make some noise if you think the herb's a gift, no.
_ _ Rock, rock, girl, the spearhead comes alive on the eve of the tricky low.
We live in 45, no jive, we be surviving, singing praises to jive.
[Bm] Every time we throw down, and every time we puff live.
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We're the champions of _ _ jive, we take chickens alive.
_ Super Highway, [F#] we live past years, so _ may my dad [Bm] have faith that the spearhead crew will never be back through.
I'm a sharp tooth and dentists, well not to box you, but yes to resurrect you.
Because [A] I can't stand the pain outside my window, why you think so many [B] smoke your endo?
Sipping gin and juice for confidence, [F#] blowing them all out and Jackie Chan be doing [A] stuff.
[F#] Elevate the crest off the chest, but could never elevate [B] the boot off the ghetto necks.
Flex like flash when they try to pull me [Bm] under, but like the lightning I'll be there before the thunder.
Rock, [B] rock, girl, the spearhead comes alive on the eve of the tricky low.
We live in 45, no jive, we be [C#] surviving, singing praises to [Bm] jive.
Every time we throw down, and every time we puff live.
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Straight from the middle, [B] we live past years, so may my dad have faith that the spearhead crew will never be back through.
Super Highway, [B] _ _ _ yes, I remember the time in Oklahoma.
You tried to blame Manera, but the whitey was the bomber.
You be jumping to conclusions, I think you spent your whole life watching [Bm] cable and seclusion.
Illusions about [G] what's outside your door.
[D#] One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, [B] four.
Robbing every house and every liquor store.
Running for your life, we're marching one million [G#] more.
Plowing the fields like some Nazi dread drama, where you can grow your own in September [B] from our harvest.
Pick up the stuff, when life gets the [F#] hardest.
Spearheads, we coming straight from the [B] cartridge.
Spearheads comes alive on the eve of the tricky low.
We live in 45, no jive, we be surviving, singing praises to jive.
Every [Bm] time we throw down, and every time we puff [B] live.
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Straight from the middle, [B] we live past years, so may my dad have faith that the spearhead crew will never be back through.
Super Highway, yes, I remember the time in Oklahoma.
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[Bm] Shot the Super [B] Highway, yo. _ _ _ _
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