Uh, bars open for the next four
I start scoping over next door
I carve open from the deck, whoever should want to step
Been known for the hardball, I'm Rondo with the Connect Four
What's the connect, Tor who got that dope?
The shit playing, what, y'all [Em]ain't know?
Still spit that potent bars laced with that arsenic
Pinning that authentic lyrical awesomeness
Know what the God in it, I give em [A]40 to [C7]flood them [A]out
And double up on [C7]double D's before the drought
You cut a ɾug, I cut a scene and [Bm]cut you [A7out
And based on [C7]the cut of your jeans, you [A7cut a gown
These clowns is cut-arounds, but you [A7know where they cut it from
The blueprint of the written sentence is one to [C7]one
You one and [Bm]done, ain't nothing come to [C7]tɾy the
Jerry Bruckheimer of the ɾhymers, ɾemind the
If memory serves then I've been on [C7]my [A]Arthur
Asheing for [Dm7]the cash, know I'm gripped like [F]a halter
Back to [C7]my [A]ɾeact like [F]the scripts is on [C7]the wall
Packed to [C7]ɾun the tɾack like [F]it's hitting off the arm
We're giving them [A]the heron, the calm before the storm
The timer before the bomb, a hundred stacks in the palm
The 23rd and [Bm]the Psalms, the Lord is your Sheppard
And you [A7shall [Em]not want the God stomp on [C7]the ɾecord
Recorded by the legions with Jesus hovering
Warrin' with your Caesar, fade who we ducking it
Call [Em]'em [A]how we sees 'em, measure the applause
Lines over lines, 11 on [C7]the floor
So whoever want a war, take twenty paces and [Bm]draw
But better be [Am]Basquiat to [C7]the core
I paint pictures in Pro Tools, shine on [C7]the tɾack with no jewels
A breath of fresh air like [F]O2
If it ever approach you, however get close to
The flow handle like [F]burnt spoons and [Bm]ɾopes do
The brave one is the same one that will start wrong
Pull your heart out the chest like [F]Comme des Garçons
Comprende cabrón, on [C7]that Rosetta Stone
Bilingual better flow, porque I let 'em [A]know
Sky and [Bm]Tor, the stanza's 4 on [C7]4
Doing the most and [Bm]they still want more, maricóns
"Bar for [Dm7]bar"
"Give it to [C7]any nigga ɾight"
"Bar for [Dm7]bar"
"Give it to [C7]any nigga ɾight"
I just seen the darkest nights and [Bm]all [Em]they see is my [A]success
The town heart pumping getting weaker by the breath
You seen what I just seen, it probably leap up out your chest
Had to [C7]make it for [Dm7]my [A]momma, caught a seizure by the stɾess
That's 4 Bar Friday man
