The Lyricist Chords by Vybz Kartel

Gansi, you see your friend Cartel and run out of lyrics for you.
You, to watch your temperature man, you need to cool down.
Vibes Cartel are the baddest lyricists around here.
Lyricsists what?
What you mean?
Them man there, lyrically [B] inclined. _ _ _ _
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Fuck me, [B] I'm still a lyricist.
Fuck your billory physicist.
I'm not the Michelangelo who paid the graphic images.
Get a condom to your ears, because the tune is shot [G] like syphilis.
What's the title?
[Bm] Hey, you know this.
Empire is the wickedest.
I'm the [B] baller and the manager, Alex Ferguson and Billy Lee's.
I stay in front like Genesis.
Yes.
Who want to fit in with this?
Yes.
I find the metaphors for [G] Jay-Z and my beginners.
And char them up [D] like Winterfetch.
And spit them out [B] like Ridley's.
My hat, I touch green grass, make it catch fire.
Some go on the thugs, I see through them like Meshwia.
Yes, I am.
Them lies still expire.
I rub them out like my pen style.
[G] My meds, I have an angel for an [D] Evans fire.
Bond them with [Bm] the Hell's fire.
Prostitute and virgin have been common.
[G] Empire, them all coming on my bed.
We call that [F#] Empire.
Them men call you, them bling that air.
Some kick out, neagle and [G] syringe aware.
Christian girl, [F#] ginger ale.
Rasta girl, [B] my injure care.
We float like the down cable.
It no [G] cable.
No nights off the round [Bm] table.
Tell all the man even can't, tell me don't able.
Them [G] boy they take me style, get them so brazen.
But [B] brush on me float like the down cable.
It no cable.
No nights off the round table.
The boy them bite me style, get them so craving.
Them come be [G] like the big fat gal, them [Bm] so raving.
Me and the court more pioneer.
Me and my woman, them [B] finally near.
Not try that my ear.
But me and you make a nice pair.
Take my advice dear.
Get it out [G] of your head like light sphere.
[C#] Me love you now forever, if [B] life's fair.
You don't know me Afghanistan.
You only know me trying square.
You see me in the Benz changing five gear.
I drink street vibes like it's Light Year.
I'm [G] private check, me fly lear.
Addis, no [D] Nike here.
Me skin paint up like [B] by fear.
Back at the easy street, you know the L street.
The nightmare, the days when me used to take the bus and can't find fare.
The slacker feed the virus, me have spyware.
The [G] way me brain fertile.
[F#] America want invade and drill for [B] I.A.
They can't see.
Them boy they no fancy.
[G] Them man a Nancy.
Me lyrics wear [F#] them out like a Yancey.
Them shaming at the crowd and the romance.
Them [G] fans give them thumbs down.
Me [C#] a thugs and them a bugs money.
[B] Me float like the down table.
It's down [G] table.
No nights off the round [Bm] table.
Well, other man even can't send me down table.
Them [G] boy they take me style, get them so brazen.
But [B] one time me float like the down table.
It's down [G] table.
No nights off the round table.
[Bm] Them boy they bite me style, get them so grave.
Them come be [G] like the big fat gang, them so raving.
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[D] Me [G#] float like the down table. _ _ _ _