Oh Mama

Main riff x8 e|--------------------| B|--------------------| G|--------------------| D|--------------------| A|--8-----------------| E|-----8--10-10-10-10-| verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P Gun in the holster be Right in the upholstery Somewhere right close to me Just in case the rollers be Rolling on the My woman keep it in the hosiery I'm known in my town N.C. In those strips where high-rollers be I'm up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me Fuck with us You fuck with the truth, we speak openly Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though Cause there ain't no hoe in me verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike "Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries I lust after greatness, I'm aiming right at its ovaries Better run from the future palooka (haul off) You acting like it's safe when the revolution's been (called off) There's liars on the loose, if we listen to you we're (all lost) The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft) Hook melody e|-----------------|----------------| B|-----------------|----------------| G|-------------2-4-|---5-4-5--4-2-4-| D|-0--0-2-3--3-----|-3--------------| A|-----------------|----------------| e|-----------------|----------------| Hook: El-P My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" Main riff x16 e|--------------------| B|--------------------| G|--------------------| D|--------------------| A|--8-----------------| E|-----8--10-10-10-10-| verse 3: Killer Mike I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate Swear to God, shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate Mom's, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break" She said, "Don't curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn) verse 4: El-P I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate Every sickening sentence'll cheapen them tricks you venerate Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate Hook melody e|-----------------|----------------| B|-----------------|----------------| G|-------------2-4-|---5-4-5--4-2-4-| D|-0--0-2-3--3-----|-3--------------| A|-----------------|----------------| e|-----------------|----------------| Hook: El-P My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" My mama said that I'm not living right She said, "I'm crying on you" She said, "I waited up for you all night" I said, "I'm trying mama" Outro My mama said that I'm not living right They want us dying, mama My mama said that I'm not living right But I ain't crying, mama My mama said that I'm not living right You raised a lion, mama I ain't lying, mama My mama said that I'm not living right N.C. I said, "I'm trying mama" Hook melody (Repeat till fade) e|-----------------|----------------| B|-----------------|----------------| G|-------------2-4-|---5-4-5--4-2-4-| D|-0--0-2-3--3-----|-3--------------| A|-----------------|----------------| e|-----------------|----------------|