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KID CUDI, EMINEM – The Adventures Of Moon Man And Slim Shady Chords for Guitar and Piano

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This single was released on 10 July 2020. It is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 115 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.

 
Original Key: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 115
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

  Gm Eb 
 . 
 [Intro: Kid Cudi]
 Gm
 Yep (Aww)
 Gm
 Yep (Mmm-aww)
 Eb
 Uh-huh
  Cm
 Yeah, nigga

 [VERSE]
  Gm
 Yeah, it's been a minute, but I'm back in it (Uh)
 Gm
 Y'all ain't dealing with the same boy (No)
  Gm
 Got a little trippy, then I transitioned (Yeah)
  Gm
 New attitude mixed with that pure raw (Aw)
 
 Gm
 The night game, your girl called
 Gm
 She like, "Do me, baby, down to get busy, busy?" (Yes)
 Eb
 No dice, chill, whoadie (No)
  Cm
 In life, feeling dizzy

 Gm
 Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
  Gm
 See me in the day through the late night (Night)
  Gm
 Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode
 Gm
 To the gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (Flight)

 Gm
 I'm swimming in the light right
  Gm
 Go and get you some, go and show 'em something, this a new thang
 Eb
 Yeah, I let my nuts hang (Yeah)
 Cm
 Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade (Yeah)

 Gm
 Aww, lift off
  Gm
 Can't stunt a nigga growth, better get gone, move along (Uh)
  Gm
 You don't wanna trip, wanna get it on (Uh)
 Gm
 You don't wanna act, don't get me wrong (Nah)
 
  Gm
 They don't listen to the words in the song (Uh-huh)
 Gm
 We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (Yeah)
 Eb
 See 'em fronting, we ain't kidding
  Cm
 If you want it, you can get it

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 Gm
 Members of the rage, come and get you some
 Gm
 Next step's out the jet from the lean back
  Gm
 Running 'round the world and we ain't packed
 Gm
 Hit 'em, vroom, vroom, leave 'em stuck, oh, you seen that?

 Gm
 I'm chillin' where the team at
 Gm
 See a black Benz pull up with some jawns, yeah, I need that
 Eb
 So crazy, can't believe it
               Cm
 No cams, damn, no filming at all, real nigga facts (Come on)

 Eb
 Years ago, rehab
 Gm
 All good, helped me figure out another plan
  Eb
 It got bad, so bad
      Gm
 Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man

           Eb
 Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
  Gm
 True story, take you through the dark and the light (Yeah)
    Eb
 Godson, got through new
   Cm
 Back up in the world, it's the day in the life (Cud)

 Gm
 Hit the blunt and get it (Dude)
  Gm
 Raised bars (Uh), same song, we did it (Yeah)
  Gm
 Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
 Gm
 Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (Come on)
 Gm
 And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
 Gm
 Tell them this the law and we weeded (Uh)

 [VERSE]
  Eb
 So if it's God you believe in (Yeah)
  Gm
 Bob your head and just nod in agreement (Yeah)
  Eb
 They say time's undefeated
  Gm
 I'ma be the first one who can beat it (Yeah)

 Gm
 I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes (What?)
 Gm
 Got a lil' green (Yeah), but I don't do weed (Nope)
 Gm
 Purp nor lean (Nah), that's Tunechi (Yeah)
  Gm
 That's New Orleans (What?), fuck Drew Brees (Yeah)

 Eb
 Snoop D-O-double (Uh), that's two G's (Yup)
 Eb
 I probably spent on paper, ooh-wee
  Eb
 Since Tuesday, probably killed a few trees (Yeah)
  Eb
 But the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf

 Gm
 Not high, but I'm your highness (What?)
 Gm
 And secretly, you're on my dick (Hah)
  Gm
 But you haters are butthurt (Ow), bunch of sore hind-ends (Ow)
 Gm
 I was just a poor white kid (Yeah)

 Gm
 Now if rap was B-ball, I'd be Jordan-like, bitch (What?)
  Gm
 You wish you could score like this (Nah), yeah
                 Eb
 Not even at half court, I'd miss (Nah)
                Gm
 I'm mouthwash, 'cause if I was on the floor, I'd swish (Fluoride, fluoride, swish)

 Gm
 But I cannot lie (Nah)
 Eb
 I got you in my top five
 Gm
 Worst rappers of all time (Hah)
 Eb
 I lost my spot, y'all got Alzheim' (Uh)

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         Eb
 King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine (Yeah)
  Eb
 King of swear words and not lying (Yeah)
  Eb
 You should never compare yours (Nope)
  Eb
 A toll-free number (Yeah), only way you'll ever have a hot line

 Gm
 Fuck's going on, man? (Yeah)
  Gm
 Bunch of half-wits up in office (What?)
 Gm
 Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse
  Gm
 Other half are just pissed off and (Yeah)

 Eb
 Don't wanna wear a mask and they're just scoffing
 Eb
 And that's how you end up catching the shit off 'em
  Eb
 I just used the same basket as you shopping
 Eb
 Now I'm in a fuckin' casket from you coughin' (Damn)

 Gm
 Always stay ahead of haters, let 'em hate
       Eb
 But never let a traitor penetrate your circle
              Gm
 Separate yourself from those who try to pull you down
 Gm                                Eb
 The real ones never stray, it's sort of like Medusa (Yeah)
  Eb
 That's how you stay ahead of snakes (Woo)
 
  Eb
 Emcees pull out gats, I don't give a fuck how strapped
  Eb
 You're gonna out-rap me? I doubt that
  Eb
 Please, bitch, I'm a house rat
   Eb
 These raps are 'bout that cheese like mousetraps

 Gm
 Earthlings, I adapt to 'em
  Gm
 Certain things, I don't want to do, but have to in
  Gm
 Order to just act human
  Gm
 Like using a bathroom and vacuuming (Yeah)
 
   Eb
 Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
  Eb
 Bubble wrap and a mask too and
 Eb
 I don't think that's what they meant by trap music (Nah)
  Eb
 Running through ink like I'm tattooing (Yeah)

 Gm
 This is music to be murdered by, you love
 Gm
 Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
 Eb
 Bread is long like an Italian sub, I am drugs
  Eb
 That is probably why your opinion of me's high as fuck

 Gm
 And it's nonstop fury (Yeah)
 Gm
 'Cause I ain't holding 'em up like an armed robbery (Nah)
  Gm
 And God's my jury, so when I die, I'm not worried (Nah)
 Gm
 Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery (Yeah)

          Eb
 How the fuck is it that so many cops are dirty? (Huh?)
  Eb
 Stop, man, please, officer, I'm sorry
  Eb
 But I can't breathe when I got you on top of me
  Eb
 Your goddamn knee's on my carotid artery (Fuck)

 [OUTRO]
  Gm
 The adventures of Moon Man & Slim (Ah)
  Gm
 Yes, who want it with them?
  Gm
 The trilogy continues
  Gm
 Serving niggas, yes, see what's on the menu (Yeah)
   Eb
 Watch 'em panic, hot damnit (Let's get it, baby)
  Eb
 Hope you fuckers understand it
   Eb
 The realer for you niggas
  Eb
 Come and get these scriptures (Yeah)
  Eb
 Rap God (Uh)
  Gm
 Rager

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