War with god Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
The [Am]time has [Dm]come,
for bad [Am]things to leave
[Dm]The time has come, for l[Am]ife to begin
The [Dm]time has come,
[E]for the war of [Am]the gods

[Verse 2]
It's [D]that time
I'ma take the subtle
approach [Am]first
'Cause I'm just gettin' [D]started
Let's go

[Verse 3]
[Am]Look, I'm the best and there's
[D]nothing that you can do about [Am]it
Never needed a [Em]publicity [D]stunt, let's
tell the truth about [Am]it
Even in the core of the street[D]s,
you can't sway the youth about [Am]it
But keep runnin' yo [Em]mouth,
and [D]I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out [Am]it
I never claimed to [D]be nuthin'
but who the fuck I am
[Am]Never sold cocaine[Em] in my life,[D]
but I'm still the fuckin' [Am]man
Understand, nuthin' [D]you did
makes you better nigga
[Am]You claim the [Em]streets,
but the [D]streets respect that chedda nigga
[Am]Luda got twice as much
[D]yo life you can charge it to [Am]'em
I fit four of your [D]houses inside
my daughters [Am]room
And still have room for young
[Dm]Karma [D]to play
Givin' back to [Am]the children of to[Em]morrow,
for good [D]karma today
So you can [Am]say what ya wanna say,
and you can [D]talk that talk
But real [Am]niggas ain't doing no talkin'
cause [D]we walk that walk
Album [Am]for album you can see
[Em]I got [D]a multimillion plan
So call [Am]yourself whatever you [Em]want 'cept [D]the multimillion man
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[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
How many [Am]times is you goin' rap
about [D]busting your gun
How many [Am]times is [Em]you goin' trap
[D]without bust[Em]ing your g[D]un
Only [Am]shots you ever took were sub[D]liminal
to [Am]the general
Disrespectin' those doin' [Em]real
[D]time with real criminals
[Am]And I ain't never
did a [D]day in my life
But it should be il[Am]legal
to walk a [Em]day in my [D]life
I paid the price and the [Am]cost to be the
boss [Em]so you can re[D]st your mouth
I'm uni[Am]versal,
[Em]Luda never limits [D]himself to the south
I give [Am]a damn about ya hootin' and [D]hollerin',
and it ain't botherin' [Am]me
I hear you talkin' but you
[D]ain't made it to three
You know where [Am]I live,
but you ain't made it to [D]me
You ain't made [G]nig[Am]ga
I'm havin' a house [Em]party,
[D]kid come get played nig[Am]ga
You got played,
[Em]my record la[D]bel never jerked me
[Am]So shoot me, stab me,
but [D]words will never hurt me
[Am]I feed off your energy, [D]my powers with God
[C]So it'[G]s eve[Am]n better if you mak[Em]e ya diss r[D]ecord real
[Dm]hard[Am]

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 5]
See even without the [Am]bass and all
that treble I'm [D]as hot as the devil
And I [Am]work for the top [Em]floor,
hom[D]ie get [Em]on my [D]level
I've been [Am]stripped away of powers
'cause [D]I gave you my blessin'
So it'll [Am]take more than [Em]ma jority
vote [D]to win this election
[Am]Man, mix tapes or not my
re[D]sume is too hot
And [Am]I warned them that I was [Em]coming,
I got [D]the number one spot
So [Am]unless [Em]you using tampon
[D]s, quit acting stuck up
And [Am]do like your records s[Em]ay, or[D] shut the fu[Am]ck[D][Am][D][Am][D]
[Am]up[Em]

[Outro 1]
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