You Know My Steez Chords by Gang Starr

[Start]

[Intro]
N.C.           
The real hiphop
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Mcing and DJing from your own mind ya know


[Chorus]
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I I guess right now we should start the show


[Verse]
          G#m7                                                  
Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound
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Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
          G#m7                                   
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
          G#m7                                           
It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads
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Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
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While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
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But right about now I use my authority
G#m7                                                     
'cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
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The horror be when I return for my real people
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Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles
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Sportin' caps pulled low and baggy slacks
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Subtractin' all the rappers who lack over Premier's tracks
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Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
      G#m7                          
So as I have in the past I whoop ass
G#m7                                                  
Droppin' lyrics that be hotter than sex and candle wax
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And onedimensional MC's can't handle that
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While the world's revolvin' on it's axis
G#m7                                                    
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
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The wilderness is filled with this
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So many people searching for false bliss
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I'm here with the skills you've missed
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The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
     G#m7                                              
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
                 
You know my steez
                 
You know my steez
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Let 'em know do your thing y'all ■  
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Keep it live
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To  the beat y'all
    G#m7                                  
The beat is sinister Primo makes you relax
         G#m7                                 
I'm like the minister when I be lacin' the wax
  G#m7                                            
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
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And you know and I know I'm nice like that
     G#m7                                            
Work through worldly problems I got the healing power
     G#m7                                           
When the mic's within my reach I'm feelin more power
         G#m7                                          
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
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It's often easier for one to give advice
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Than it is for a person to run one's own life
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That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
G#m7                                                 
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
    G#m7                                              
The apparatus gets blessed and suckers get put to rest
G#m7                                              
No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
G#m7                                     
The wackness is spreadin' like the plague
     G#m7                                                         
Mc's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fuckin' grade
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How many times are wannabes gonna lie
G#m7                                                             
Yo they must wanna fry they can't touch the knowledge I personify
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I travel through the darkness carrying my torch
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The illest soldier when I'm holding down the fort
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You know my steez


[Chorus]
    G#7                         
Let 'em know do your thing y'all
            
Keep it live
                 
You know my steez
    G#m7                        
Let 'em know do your thing y'all
            
Keep it live
    G#7          
You know my steez
    B           G#m7            
Let 'em know do your thing y'all
            
Keep it live
    G#7              
You ■   know my steez
    B           G#m             
Let 'em know do your thing y'all
     G#7    
Keep it live
       
The mic


[Verse]
   G#m7                                                
On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet
G#m7                                        
Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet
G#m7                                      
Tryin' to be fly ridin' high on the jetset
G#m7                                             
With juvenile rhymes makin' fakeass death threats
G#m7                                                
Big deal like En Vogue here's something you can feel
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Styles more tangible and image more real
         G#m7                                          
For some time now I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
          G#m7                                          
When it's time to go all out you be like Damn he flipped
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Now I'm sick fed up with the bullshit
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Got the lyrical full clip giving you a verbal ass whip
      G#m7                             
Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one
      G#m7                                                
Known as Bald Head Slick why is the press all on my didick
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My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot
G#m7                                                     
Don't try it I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot
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Styles unsurpassable and nuccas that's suckas yo
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Them motherfuckers are harrassable
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For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond
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The mic's either a magic wand
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Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
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Then I grab your palm no pulse you're gone
           G#m7                                                      
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
G#m7                                      
I stay up I stay on shine bright like neon
G#m7                                     
Your song's pathetic synthetic like Rayon
G#m7                                             
Fat beats they play on want dope rhymes put me on
G#m7                          
Word is bond you know my steez