Chords for The Last Emperor - Heavy Weight Invincible

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The Last Emperor - Heavy Weight Invincible chords
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If I could be invincible, I'd wreak competition with rage, do work and go berserk when I'm
ripping the stage, igniting and writing rhymes since a ridiculous age, let's face off like
Travolta vs.
Nicolas Cage, y'all finally got me to talking tough, ready to bust these suckers
that constantly bother us, oh yes, it's when you thought all was lost and hopeless, one
man [Bb] fights back on the behalf of [Bbm] the oppressed, and I'm so fresh, many say like Tim McVay
I blow sets, don't believe me now you go test and get your flow stretched, taking all threats
and bets, double [Bb] or nothing I can match that, and blast [Bbm] raps turn your Land Cruiser into
a hatchback, but that's just the start of it, a small part of it, my rhymes are [Eb] known
to crack bones, rip through your [Bbm] cartilage, you don't want no part of this, when I start
charging and barging in the hard way, I bring the butters to parquet and the margarine,
two minute fast disaster, arguing with the master, when I finish [Eb] combined with the same
climate of [Bbm] Alaska, after I drop anchorage, my language is filled with anguish, ranking
kids with their own songs like Weird Al Yankovic, spread the web of conception and the best
can't untangle it, banging like only the man do, like only I can do, one life to live but
my homies don't live in land view, after years of jamming and [Ab] cramming I [Bbm] understand you,
we go into war cause poor people need a champ too,
[Bb]
[Bbm]
invincible, weird or genetically engineered,
when I see MC battling expect me to end the beer, listen here, this rap game is child's
play like hopscotch, [Gb] traveling at the slow speed of a [Bbm] rock stride on my block, we accelerate
and celebrate when the cops shot, for not giving us the chance to lamp like Flav with
a stopwatch, and block shots with just seconds on the shot clock, sent away from our album
deal with three stereo rock tops, our rock spots will never forfeit a battle on some
soft shit, brothers couldn't get the picture if they ran out and bought it, this is more
late by ten but I'll turn it into a portrait, make it rough enough to force Timbaland to
endorse it, killing with no remorses, the original, the live erase, in the face with
the internet and even [Abm] flip rhymes in [Bbm] cyberspace, nightmare on MC part 5, cut like sharp knives,
you got [Eb] enough rhymes to fill books, I'm filling libraries and [Bbm] archives, not art wise like
Selassie for trying to gas me, I gets nasty on the mic in battle for fame like Bugs Dappy,
while you live thrife I give life to the dead and make the corpse bleed, lit rap you couldn't
[Eb] catch if you had your ink pen set at [Bbm] warp speed, to hell with the money and the fame,
watch me take you out the game, it's the young jedi that Yoda forgot to train, if I park it
it's not turning, once I spark it I leave it burning, MC's better start [Eb] learning, I
diss more brothers than Marl [Bbm] Furman.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ If I could be invincible, I'd wreak competition with rage, do work and go berserk when I'm
ripping the stage, igniting and writing rhymes since a ridiculous age, let's face off like
Travolta vs.
Nicolas Cage, y'all finally got me to talking tough, ready to bust these suckers
that constantly bother us, oh yes, it's when you thought all was lost and hopeless, one
man [Bb] fights back on the behalf of [Bbm] the oppressed, and I'm so fresh, many say like Tim McVay
I blow sets, don't believe me now you go test and get your flow stretched, taking all threats
and bets, double [Bb] or nothing I can match that, and blast [Bbm] raps turn your Land Cruiser into
a hatchback, but that's just the start of it, a small part of it, my rhymes are [Eb] known
to crack bones, rip through your [Bbm] cartilage, you don't want no part of this, when I start
charging and barging in the hard way, I bring the butters to parquet and the margarine,
two minute fast disaster, arguing with the master, when I finish [Eb] combined with the same
climate of [Bbm] Alaska, after I drop anchorage, my language is filled with anguish, ranking
kids with their own songs like Weird Al Yankovic, spread the web of conception and the best
can't untangle it, banging like only the man do, like only I can do, one life to live but
my homies don't live in land view, after years of jamming and [Ab] cramming I [Bbm] understand you,
we go into war cause poor people need a champ too, _ _ _
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invincible, weird or genetically engineered,
when I see MC battling expect me to end the beer, listen here, this rap game is child's
play like hopscotch, [Gb] traveling at the slow speed of a [Bbm] rock stride on my block, we accelerate
and celebrate when the cops shot, for not giving us the chance to lamp like Flav with
a stopwatch, and block shots with just seconds on the shot clock, sent away from our album
deal with three stereo rock tops, our rock spots will never forfeit a battle on some
soft shit, brothers couldn't get the picture if they ran out and bought it, this is more
late by ten but I'll turn it into a portrait, make it rough enough to force Timbaland to
endorse it, killing with no remorses, the original, the live erase, in the face with
the internet and even [Abm] flip rhymes in [Bbm] cyberspace, nightmare on MC part 5, cut like sharp knives,
you got [Eb] enough rhymes to fill books, I'm filling libraries and [Bbm] archives, not art wise like
Selassie for trying to gas me, I gets nasty on the mic in battle for fame like Bugs Dappy,
while you live thrife I give life to the dead and make the corpse bleed, lit rap you couldn't
[Eb] catch if you had your ink pen set at [Bbm] warp speed, to hell with the money and the fame,
watch me take you out the game, it's the young jedi that Yoda forgot to train, if I park it
it's not turning, once I spark it I leave it burning, MC's better start [Eb] learning, I
diss more brothers than Marl [Bbm] Furman.
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