Chords for Ultramagnetic MC's - Poppa Large (East Coast Mix)
Tempo:
109.4 bpm
Chords used:
E
C
B
Eb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[F] [E]
[Ab] [E]
[C] [N] And do my physical fitness.
Your head's an honest and your brain's a missus.
Pick em up, beat em up, pick em up, beat em up, pick em up!
Pick em up, people hats, pick em up!
They eat Aroha clouds, and I come real sticky.
Gripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears, toys and brew.
I'm coming out like Vans, like Rango.
Miller, Quartz, and Buff, I'ma eat them with popcorn
and treat them like such, you duds.
Coming out with Rick, Whack, Ricky, Bigger, but Whack,
Black Jack, that's a fact, writing a sack behind your [B] back.
The funk rhyme remaps the rap stuff.
Kicking up in a [C] rainstorm, [Eb] rainstorm, rap storm, [C] rap form,
rap [Bbm] time, [N] rap rhyme, rap class.
I'm here to build a past to continue.
Furthermore, the hype tips are rolling [B] rock,
rock and roll, jazz and pop, rhythm and blues,
dance and fusion, [E] flame confusion.
Look at the light, what a night on the town.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East [G] Coast.
Now back [F] the funk, freak the funk, hype the [C] funk,
swipe the funk [F] and all that junk, I get busy on them.
Communicate with the world, man, woman,
[N] a baby boy and a girl, Papa Lars.
Licking out the bombs drop,
take a shot while you're facing arms drop.
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write,
[E] learn to [Eb] talk, learn to walk and watch your step go.
I'm hyping right though, a crypto maniac, a rhyming psycho,
a Ricky Ricardo, [B] a Godlin Barlow,
a sporting [Em] a rap pop, [Abm] an El Dorado.
Step into Hollywood, I swing in a [C] boulevard,
the rhymes are game tight, I'm ready to pull apart.
Jack of eights, king of queens, call me the deuce.
[Dbm] I'm pouring out like juice, hitting the top,
[Eb] feeling the rep, [C] getting the trip.
[B] I never rhyme like them, [C] on and on, [Gb] on and on, [C] on and on.
[Eb] Until the break of dawn, I [E] go overtime,
rock the mic at nighttime,
daytime switching off to primetime,
Pacific East flowing back into [C] West time.
Ride the funk, put [Eb] the mic in the East rhyme.
[E] Hyping dope, hyping flame, the mother smoking.
Yo, I ain't joking, rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder,
rhyme to start, rhyme [Ebm] to ill, rhyme to rock,
rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, [Am] rhyme to grow,
rhyme to [B] destroy, any [Am] decoy boy.
[Ebm] On the microphone.
[E] I'm Pampa Lods, big shot on the East post.
I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
[N]
[E]
[Gbm] [E] [D]
You're [Eb] getting sweaty.
Coming [N] hard to your neck cause I'm flowing broke from head to toe
Singing a style that John Mack wrote
Kissing the mall, serving them with a mic stand like Chris and Michael
Coming out with a big band, the crowd is locked
You can play as the manager, run with the money, I'm full of trigger and damager
Take it like for serious, I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes drip tight, programs a kill war
I'm son of a cent, I could not be Gilmore
Grabbing the mic, you see the darkest shadows
You in living hell, with all the time to [E] battle
With the bronc and not hands, the body can dream, the body
I'm coming out excited like I'm blackula
[Db] A better man than [C] Dracula, the catula
You're not your regular, in fact you [E] are
Speaking of popular, rhymes are moving, they can't be stopped with us
Feet as a goat, feel the rhymes that float
[Ab] Like a coconut short, [F] burning up in [B] your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn the page once
[C] Look at the master, my rank is higher
My lyrical [B] burns, your brains on fire
[E] Pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo [N] pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the [Ebm] E-post
Yo [C] pop a large, big shot [N] on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
[B] [Bb] You getting fuckin'
[F] This isn't difficult
[Em]
[Bb] Get fuck it
I gotta get that Fuck it [E] Yeah Yeah Fuck it Fuck it
You getting fucking Uh
Okay
[C] You wanna go Get fucked Fuck it Hey [E] Give it Fuck it
Thank you, I'll let it slide.
YEAHHH!
[Bb] [N] YEAH!
YEAHHH!
YEAH!
[Cm] [E]
[F] [E]
[Ab] [E]
[C] [N] And do my physical fitness.
Your head's an honest and your brain's a missus.
Pick em up, beat em up, pick em up, beat em up, pick em up!
Pick em up, people hats, pick em up!
They eat Aroha clouds, and I come real sticky.
Gripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears, toys and brew.
I'm coming out like Vans, like Rango.
Miller, Quartz, and Buff, I'ma eat them with popcorn
and treat them like such, you duds.
Coming out with Rick, Whack, Ricky, Bigger, but Whack,
Black Jack, that's a fact, writing a sack behind your [B] back.
The funk rhyme remaps the rap stuff.
Kicking up in a [C] rainstorm, [Eb] rainstorm, rap storm, [C] rap form,
rap [Bbm] time, [N] rap rhyme, rap class.
I'm here to build a past to continue.
Furthermore, the hype tips are rolling [B] rock,
rock and roll, jazz and pop, rhythm and blues,
dance and fusion, [E] flame confusion.
Look at the light, what a night on the town.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East [G] Coast.
Now back [F] the funk, freak the funk, hype the [C] funk,
swipe the funk [F] and all that junk, I get busy on them.
Communicate with the world, man, woman,
[N] a baby boy and a girl, Papa Lars.
Licking out the bombs drop,
take a shot while you're facing arms drop.
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write,
[E] learn to [Eb] talk, learn to walk and watch your step go.
I'm hyping right though, a crypto maniac, a rhyming psycho,
a Ricky Ricardo, [B] a Godlin Barlow,
a sporting [Em] a rap pop, [Abm] an El Dorado.
Step into Hollywood, I swing in a [C] boulevard,
the rhymes are game tight, I'm ready to pull apart.
Jack of eights, king of queens, call me the deuce.
[Dbm] I'm pouring out like juice, hitting the top,
[Eb] feeling the rep, [C] getting the trip.
[B] I never rhyme like them, [C] on and on, [Gb] on and on, [C] on and on.
[Eb] Until the break of dawn, I [E] go overtime,
rock the mic at nighttime,
daytime switching off to primetime,
Pacific East flowing back into [C] West time.
Ride the funk, put [Eb] the mic in the East rhyme.
[E] Hyping dope, hyping flame, the mother smoking.
Yo, I ain't joking, rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder,
rhyme to start, rhyme [Ebm] to ill, rhyme to rock,
rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, [Am] rhyme to grow,
rhyme to [B] destroy, any [Am] decoy boy.
[Ebm] On the microphone.
[E] I'm Pampa Lods, big shot on the East post.
I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
[N]
[E]
[Gbm] [E] [D]
You're [Eb] getting sweaty.
Coming [N] hard to your neck cause I'm flowing broke from head to toe
Singing a style that John Mack wrote
Kissing the mall, serving them with a mic stand like Chris and Michael
Coming out with a big band, the crowd is locked
You can play as the manager, run with the money, I'm full of trigger and damager
Take it like for serious, I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes drip tight, programs a kill war
I'm son of a cent, I could not be Gilmore
Grabbing the mic, you see the darkest shadows
You in living hell, with all the time to [E] battle
With the bronc and not hands, the body can dream, the body
I'm coming out excited like I'm blackula
[Db] A better man than [C] Dracula, the catula
You're not your regular, in fact you [E] are
Speaking of popular, rhymes are moving, they can't be stopped with us
Feet as a goat, feel the rhymes that float
[Ab] Like a coconut short, [F] burning up in [B] your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn the page once
[C] Look at the master, my rank is higher
My lyrical [B] burns, your brains on fire
[E] Pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo [N] pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the [Ebm] E-post
Yo [C] pop a large, big shot [N] on the E-post
Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
[B] [Bb] You getting fuckin'
[F] This isn't difficult
[Em]
[Bb] Get fuck it
I gotta get that Fuck it [E] Yeah Yeah Fuck it Fuck it
You getting fucking Uh
Okay
[C] You wanna go Get fucked Fuck it Hey [E] Give it Fuck it
Thank you, I'll let it slide.
YEAHHH!
[Bb] [N] YEAH!
YEAHHH!
YEAH!
[Cm] [E]
Key:
E
C
B
Eb
F
E
C
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] And do my physical fitness.
Your head's an honest and your brain's a missus.
Pick em up, beat em up, pick em up, beat em up, pick em up!
Pick em up, people hats, pick em up!
They eat Aroha clouds, and I come real sticky.
Gripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears, toys and brew.
I'm coming out like Vans, like Rango.
Miller, Quartz, and Buff, I'ma eat them with popcorn
and treat them like such, you duds.
Coming out with Rick, Whack, Ricky, Bigger, but Whack,
Black Jack, that's a fact, writing a sack behind your [B] back.
The funk rhyme remaps the rap stuff.
Kicking up in a [C] rainstorm, [Eb] rainstorm, rap storm, [C] rap form,
rap [Bbm] time, [N] rap rhyme, rap class.
I'm here to build a past to continue.
Furthermore, the hype tips are rolling [B] rock,
rock and roll, jazz and pop, rhythm and blues,
dance and fusion, [E] flame confusion.
Look at the light, what a night on the town.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
_ _ I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
_ _ I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
_ _ I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East [G] Coast.
_ Now back [F] the funk, freak the funk, hype the [C] funk,
swipe the funk [F] and all that junk, I get busy on them.
Communicate with the world, man, woman,
[N] a baby boy and a girl, Papa Lars.
Licking out the bombs drop,
take a shot while you're facing arms drop.
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write,
[E] learn to [Eb] talk, learn to walk and watch your step go.
I'm hyping right though, a crypto maniac, a rhyming psycho,
a Ricky Ricardo, [B] a Godlin Barlow,
a sporting [Em] a rap pop, [Abm] an El Dorado.
Step into Hollywood, I swing in a [C] boulevard,
the rhymes are game tight, I'm ready to pull apart.
Jack of eights, king of queens, call me the deuce.
[Dbm] I'm pouring out like juice, hitting the top,
[Eb] feeling the rep, [C] getting the trip.
[B] I never rhyme like them, [C] on and on, [Gb] on and on, [C] on and on.
[Eb] Until the break of dawn, I [E] go overtime,
rock the mic at nighttime,
daytime switching off to primetime,
Pacific East flowing back into [C] West time.
Ride the funk, put [Eb] the mic in the East rhyme.
[E] Hyping dope, hyping flame, the mother smoking.
Yo, I ain't joking, rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder,
rhyme to start, rhyme [Ebm] to ill, rhyme to rock,
rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, [Am] rhyme to grow,
rhyme to [B] destroy, any [Am] decoy boy.
[Ebm] On the microphone.
[E] I'm Pampa Lods, big shot on the East post.
_ _ I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
_ _ I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
_ I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
You're [Eb] getting sweaty.
Coming [N] hard to your neck cause I'm flowing broke from head to toe
Singing a style that John Mack wrote
Kissing the mall, serving them with a mic stand like Chris and Michael
Coming out with a big band, the crowd is locked
You can play as the manager, run with the money, I'm full of trigger and damager
Take it like for serious, I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes drip tight, programs a kill war
I'm son of a cent, I could not be Gilmore
Grabbing the mic, you see the darkest shadows
You in living hell, with all the time to [E] battle
With the bronc and not hands, the body can dream, the body
I'm coming out excited like I'm blackula
[Db] A better man than [C] Dracula, the catula
You're not your regular, in fact you [E] are
Speaking of popular, rhymes are moving, they can't be stopped with us
Feet as a goat, feel the rhymes that float
[Ab] Like a coconut short, [F] burning up in [B] your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn the page once
[C] Look at the master, my rank is higher
My lyrical [B] burns, your brains on fire
[E] Pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ _ Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ _ Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ _ Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo [N] pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ Yo pop a large, big shot on the [Ebm] E-post
_ Yo [C] pop a large, big shot [N] on the E-post
Yo _ pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ You getting fuckin'
_ _ _ _ [F] This isn't difficult
[Em] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Get fuck it
_ I gotta get that Fuck it [E] Yeah Yeah Fuck it Fuck it
You getting fucking _ Uh _ _ _
Okay
[C] You wanna go Get _ _ _ fucked Fuck it Hey _ [E] Give it Fuck it
Thank you, _ _ I'll let it slide.
_ _ YEAHHH! _ _
[Bb] _ _ [N] YEAH! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ YEAHHH!
_ YEAH!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] And do my physical fitness.
Your head's an honest and your brain's a missus.
Pick em up, beat em up, pick em up, beat em up, pick em up!
Pick em up, people hats, pick em up!
They eat Aroha clouds, and I come real sticky.
Gripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears, toys and brew.
I'm coming out like Vans, like Rango.
Miller, Quartz, and Buff, I'ma eat them with popcorn
and treat them like such, you duds.
Coming out with Rick, Whack, Ricky, Bigger, but Whack,
Black Jack, that's a fact, writing a sack behind your [B] back.
The funk rhyme remaps the rap stuff.
Kicking up in a [C] rainstorm, [Eb] rainstorm, rap storm, [C] rap form,
rap [Bbm] time, [N] rap rhyme, rap class.
I'm here to build a past to continue.
Furthermore, the hype tips are rolling [B] rock,
rock and roll, jazz and pop, rhythm and blues,
dance and fusion, [E] flame confusion.
Look at the light, what a night on the town.
I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
_ _ I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
_ _ I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East Coast.
_ _ I'm Papa Lars, big shot on the East [G] Coast.
_ Now back [F] the funk, freak the funk, hype the [C] funk,
swipe the funk [F] and all that junk, I get busy on them.
Communicate with the world, man, woman,
[N] a baby boy and a girl, Papa Lars.
Licking out the bombs drop,
take a shot while you're facing arms drop.
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write,
[E] learn to [Eb] talk, learn to walk and watch your step go.
I'm hyping right though, a crypto maniac, a rhyming psycho,
a Ricky Ricardo, [B] a Godlin Barlow,
a sporting [Em] a rap pop, [Abm] an El Dorado.
Step into Hollywood, I swing in a [C] boulevard,
the rhymes are game tight, I'm ready to pull apart.
Jack of eights, king of queens, call me the deuce.
[Dbm] I'm pouring out like juice, hitting the top,
[Eb] feeling the rep, [C] getting the trip.
[B] I never rhyme like them, [C] on and on, [Gb] on and on, [C] on and on.
[Eb] Until the break of dawn, I [E] go overtime,
rock the mic at nighttime,
daytime switching off to primetime,
Pacific East flowing back into [C] West time.
Ride the funk, put [Eb] the mic in the East rhyme.
[E] Hyping dope, hyping flame, the mother smoking.
Yo, I ain't joking, rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder,
rhyme to start, rhyme [Ebm] to ill, rhyme to rock,
rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, [Am] rhyme to grow,
rhyme to [B] destroy, any [Am] decoy boy.
[Ebm] On the microphone.
[E] I'm Pampa Lods, big shot on the East post.
_ _ I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
_ _ I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
_ I'm Pampa Lods, big shoot on the East post.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
You're [Eb] getting sweaty.
Coming [N] hard to your neck cause I'm flowing broke from head to toe
Singing a style that John Mack wrote
Kissing the mall, serving them with a mic stand like Chris and Michael
Coming out with a big band, the crowd is locked
You can play as the manager, run with the money, I'm full of trigger and damager
Take it like for serious, I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes drip tight, programs a kill war
I'm son of a cent, I could not be Gilmore
Grabbing the mic, you see the darkest shadows
You in living hell, with all the time to [E] battle
With the bronc and not hands, the body can dream, the body
I'm coming out excited like I'm blackula
[Db] A better man than [C] Dracula, the catula
You're not your regular, in fact you [E] are
Speaking of popular, rhymes are moving, they can't be stopped with us
Feet as a goat, feel the rhymes that float
[Ab] Like a coconut short, [F] burning up in [B] your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn the page once
[C] Look at the master, my rank is higher
My lyrical [B] burns, your brains on fire
[E] Pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ _ Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ _ Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ _ Yo pop a large, big shot on the E-post
Yo [N] pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ Yo pop a large, big shot on the [Ebm] E-post
_ Yo [C] pop a large, big shot [N] on the E-post
Yo _ pop a large, big shot on the E-post
_ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ You getting fuckin'
_ _ _ _ [F] This isn't difficult
[Em] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Get fuck it
_ I gotta get that Fuck it [E] Yeah Yeah Fuck it Fuck it
You getting fucking _ Uh _ _ _
Okay
[C] You wanna go Get _ _ _ fucked Fuck it Hey _ [E] Give it Fuck it
Thank you, _ _ I'll let it slide.
_ _ YEAHHH! _ _
[Bb] _ _ [N] YEAH! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ YEAHHH!
_ YEAH!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _