The Sell Outによるコード
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キー: Db major

Intro 1

He was

Verse 1
F# 
lying there thinking,
kinda restricted
Searching for a subject,
something gripped him
B 
Tipped him over the scale, he prevailed
Sing it with a gimmick
F# 
and you get out of jail
Bm 
A# 
But he weren't behind bars,
F# 
he was playing
Monopoly
Instead of sitting down and writing
music properly
A# 
F# 
A# 
Sloppily he sat there, chewing his pencil
F# 
B 
A lack of stimulus,
F# 
B 
it was driving him mental
A# 
C# 
His ideas were thin, creativity slim
F# 
He needed a meal like that
Bm 
bird down the gym
B 
F# 
Food is for four, so he thought for a min
B 
A light bulb flashed
F# 
and he shot up  with a grin
An epiphany right there,
changed the rules quick
B 
Why not write a track?
F# 
B 
That's com mercial bullshit
Why not write a track for
A# 
the mainstream?
Same thing, lame thing,
B 
stuck in their daydream
F# 
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
B 
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
F# 
Cause I'm never gonna get that far
B 
F# 
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
B 
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music I
F# 
B 
won't confuse it with urban music
Cause I'm never gonna get that far
A# 
All
F# 
American rappers are cruel
B 
C# 
Cause they all got more money than you
A# 
It's it's true
B 
You ain't gonna match
him whatever you do
F# 
A# 
Why the funny face to my crazy antics?
F# 
I'm a nice change to the pop romantics
B 
A# 
Something fresh to the new
F# 
school rap semantics
B 
F# 
I'm bling bling transatlantics
Copying the yanks,
B 
this should never have started
Now everybody's singing
F# 
about the broken hearted
B 
The dearly departed and the
F# 
weapons they've harboured
B 
They think we really care about the
F# 
places they've partied
Who can be the best cat
B 
at licking her arsehole?
F# 
B 
They all stark in the game
of pass the parcel
The parcels music, if one's to lose it
There'll be another arsehole
there to abuse it
Born in
London, I suppose I'm urban I find all
Bm 
the trappings of the scene disturbing
F# 
B 
I don't want a life with cars
F# 
and big tits
B 
Cos I'm happy with a cuppa
F# 
and some biscuits
B 
F# 
With my lyrical toolkit,
B 
I've written this bullshit
F# 
B 
Sticking to the rules of commercial music I
F# 
B 
won't confuse it with urban music
F# 
Cos I'm never gonna get that far
B 
F# 
With my lyrical toolkit,
I've written this bullshit
B 
F# 
B 
Sticking to the rules of commercial music I
F# 
B 
won't confuse it  with urban music
F# 
B 
Cause I'm never gonna get that far
All
A# 
F# 
American rappers are cool
B 
C# 
Cause they all got more money than you
A# 
It's true
Bm 
And no  one can hide from the truth
B 
F# 
So there's a rap epidemic,
the best end to retirement
B 
I'm shaken by this madness,
F# 
epileptic assignment
A# 
B 
Confined, my mind tries to align
to bring a stop to the benign
F# 
B 
That's a basic requirement,
a stable childhood with a passion for poetry
F# 
Listen to the crap that
B 
the industries throw at me
Try to be intelligent but
nobody's stirred
F# 
B 
F# 
Commercially viable if I wanna be heard
B 
Oi,
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A# 
B 
London crew, where my geezers at?
Where my birds with
Bacardi breezers at?
Ok, that's my cheap shot
A# 
B 
at ma  terialism
F# 
B 
But I ain't even been to prison
F# 
It won't work,
A# 
F# 
a year from now you'll be stealing this
But just right now you ain't feeling this
A# 
I hear the booze and the hiss
F# 
from the music abyss
B 
It's all hit and miss, bruv, trust me
F# 
With my lyrical toolkit,
B 
I've written this bullshit
F# 
Bm 
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music
B 
I won't confuse it with urban music
F# 
Cos I'm never gonna get that far
B 
With my lyrical toolkit,
F# 
I've written this bullshit
B 
F# 
B 
Stickin' to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
F# 
Cos I'm never gonna get that far
B 
Yo, if you wanna come to my hotel
B 
F# 
B 
You can't cos I live with my parents
C#m 
That's how we get down
B 
F# 
This example,
B 
Mr
F# 
Rush on the beats here
B 
Just having a little cheap shot of commercial bullshit,
F# 
you know what I mean?
Bm 
B 
Ain't no other music, if we were doing that,
you know what I mean?
F# 
We're never gonna get that far