Dinosaur Jr. – Missing Link (Guitar)

Dm                    C
Hey, I gotta start it

                F
MCs be carted, off ya soft

     G                               Dm
Dinosaur Jr. will flood that's gotta warn ya

         C                   F
What in blazes hey this, is phat

          G
Weigh this, I'll portray this

Dm                    C
Photographs, so the last laugh

                   F
Is mine, you're behind

         G
For the mind, and for the soul

Dm                 C
That's how I roll, now I hold

           F
The mic, with my life

    G
Depended on it

              Dm
I'm doin' ya bond it

           C
My non gets warts it

                F
And I'm apart from wackness

G
I'm separated

        Dm                   C
Did you like how I spiked the ball, despite ya all

  F                     G
You could come bite a small portion

                    Dm
There's more in the vault

    C
Halt, have a malt

  F
I alta your brain patterns

G
Yet it's my fault

Dm                  C                          F
I sustain phatter blends of words heard, stampede

          G
Damn he the speech with two teach?

Dm      C           F                              G
Just me, no simile, never flow simpily, cause it was meant to be

Dm          C                              F                       G
the truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth

                     Dm                   C
Propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know?

F                 C                             Dm              C
Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth

                            F    G
the motherfuckin' truth my man

    Dm              C
I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for you fucking imitations

        F                 G
And I'm not discriminating myself, when I'm making my wealth

Dm        C                                 F
Pure facts it's hard for me to endure wack MC's

          G
I lay my tracks with ease

                     Dm
I'm tellin' you that Del is truth

              C
Appelin' through your arteries

                    F           G
You scar your knees, bowing, praising, now when I phase in

Dm              C
Like Kitty Pride, city wide

   F                    G
Confer to kick the rumor, him admit he lies

     Dm                    C
The truth will set you free

                 F
When I upset MCs, execute MCs

         G
I do my best to mute MCs

Dm                 C
All it takes is intelligence

                   F
I'm great with embellishments

     G
They need a savior so Del is sent...

Dm              C                               F                G
Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to

                                Dm                   C
the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puudin', wouldn't you

               F            G
like to know?, Oh, no you didn't, my flow is never quittin', and

Dm               C                            F
that's the truth, the motherfucking truth my man, the truth, the

     G                     Dm                C                       F          G
Motherfucking truth, I'll punch you in your tooth, ass drop the roof, bitch...

Dm                C
You know my attributes so don't act cute

      F             G
It's moot a closed casket

                   Dm
The most massive fluff, just me

C         F
No simile, never flow simpily

G                        Dm
Cause it was meant to be, never concluded

C                     F
Sever your crew with microlazer surgery

  G                                     Dm
I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man

C                         F
Now all of you stand like a congregation

G
On the basement titric

Dm        C
Hip-hop, not carin' sharin'

F                G
Tearin' Jones here in clones, wearin' bones

      Dm         C
Skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin

             F             G
And tell a friend who's developin', cause Del's intelligent...

Dm        C                                    F                G
Yeah, my lyrical technique, will make ya body freak, my lyrical technique

                   Dm                  C
will make ya body tweak, my lyrical technique, will make

         F                        G
Ya body seek, the beaning, double-teaming, on your motherfuckin'

 Dm   C                 F            G
brain. Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch phuck it...slammin'