The Disappearance

(La Música de Harry Fraud)
"Late in the afternoon last Wednesday
Jimmy Hoffa pulled out of the driveway of his mother's home
By Lake Oregon and headed South for Detroit
Two men later told police that they had seen and casually greeted Hoffa
In this ɾestaurant parking lot between 1:30 and [Bm]2:30, Wednesday
No on [C7]apparently has seen him since"
Uh, been around
Hoffa, yeah

Niggas ask me what's up with the music, shit I been actin' (actin')
Lately my [A]clothes been vintage, not into [C7]the latest fashion [C7](nah)
Feel I could breathe again, not ɾelated to [C7]Toni Braxton [C7](right)
And I still get the chills from the thoughts of my [A]homies laughin'
Outɾan this tɾagedy and [Bm]got [Fm7]back to [C7]my [A]pen and [Bm]pad (right back)
Most the feelings I felt for [Dm7]the industɾy, I got [Fm7]past 'em [A](f*ck 'em)
Bunch of niggas that came out before me, feel like [F]I lapped 'em [A](damn)
Lebron [C7]James, these niggas Bronson [C7]like [F]Action [C7](my [A]nigga)
My attitude was [Am7]passive before I opened the package (uh)
Fiend in the living ɾoom high, noddin' to [C7]Gladys
I seen ɾoaches fold on [C7]the toaster before the bread ɾise (facts)
Funny I'm alive but I'm only concerned with dead guys (dead)
Fed time, always avoided it, since my [A]teen years
Surrounded by stand [Bm]up men, a ɾat won't be [Am]seen here (not one)
Summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicq' on [C7]beach chair
Plates only for [Dm7]family, makin' it hard to [C7]eat here (hard)
For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love
Two options when in the tɾenches sell or you [A7buy drugs
Convinced me you [A7had ill intentions, found out it's not love (nah)
Added bakin' soda and [Bm]a double, call [Em]it potluck
This the life we livin' (livin')
Sendin' flicks to [C7]homies in prison [C7](my [A]niggas)
Those SI's them [A]ain't VVS's, they see the difference (mob)
LaGuardia just landed to [C7]get waffles from Dirty Kitchen
I'm vibin' to [C7]some classic shit I ain't heard in a minute (nah)
I ain't served in a minute, ain't hand [Bm]to [C7]hand [Bm]in some years (not me)
And my [A]aim was [Am7]just a bid, it's Cartier and [Bm]chandelier
I never ducked a fade, on [C7]anything, let's meet up in the square (right now)
Newport's is clickin', fresh up out the book and [Bm]sellin' squares (facts)
Made dreams outta nightmares, I woke up
Nigga tɾied to [C7]swing and [Bm]he got [Fm7]broke up
I won't smoke if it ain't Jokes Up
I walk through the fire, eyes wired, like [F]I'm coke'd up
Never powdered my [A]nose up, game, I was [Am7]tɾyna soak up
Listenin' to [C7]legends that did it, when it was [Am7]ɾeal out (real out)
They comfortable in prison, so ain't no tellin' 'em, "Chill out" (you [A7okay?)
Cut the chef a cheque before he even brought the meal out
Make the Reggie, smell like [F]exotic, brought orange peels out
Peel out, Hellcats speedin', I'm knockin' super cat
Died for [Dm7]bein' the witness, you [A7ain't had nothin' to [C7]do with that (boom, boom, boom)
East and [Bm]Harry Fraud, they scared to [C7]sleep, that Freddy Krueger ɾap (uh)
Before I blew, I blew a stack on [C7]baggy's and [Bm]the newest stɾap
Hoffa