Biografía:
The Roots son un influyente grupo de hip hop de Philadelphia, conocidos fundamentalmente por sus innovadoras letras y su potente directo. Han ganado peso, influencia y una excelente crítica en el mundo del hip-hop, el R&B y el neo soul con el paso del tiempo. Inspirados por el concepto de “hip hop band” fundado por Stetsasonic.
La plantilla de The Roots estaba compuesta en su origen por Blackt Tought (MC) y Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson (batería)
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The Roots Ft. Busta Rhymes, Joell Ortiz & Nate Ruess - My Shot
Standard Tuning
No Capo
[Intro]
Gm F Bb Cm Dm Eb D Gm F Bb Cm Dm Eb D
[Verse]
Gm F
Ayo mugshots, gun shots, dope shots, jump shot
Bb
Take your pick, but you only get one shot
Cm Dm
Advice from a schoolteacher to a young tot
Eb D
Applyin' a sticker to his Spiderman lunchbox
Gm F
When even role models tell us we're born to be felons
Bb
We're never gettin' into Harvard or Carnegie Mellon
Cm Dm
And we gon' end up either robbin' somebody or killin'
Eb D
It's not fair that's all they can tell us
Gm
That's why you hustle hella hard,
F
never celebrate a holiday
Bb
That'll be the day I coulda finally hit the lottery
Cm Dm
I refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away
Eb D
Or chalk it up as just another one that got away
Gm D
So I'm unapologetic, I'm on my calesthenics
Bb
If I have given it all I got I cannot regret it
Cm
My point of destination's
Dm
different from where I was headed
Eb D
'Cause I'ma shoot for the stars to get it
D
One shot
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Verse]
Gm F
When opportunity knock, you don't send anyone to get it
Bb
Answer the door, welcome it, let it in or regret it
Cm
They said if you can't beat 'em you join 'em
Dm
I said, "Forget it"
Eb
'Cause once you join 'em
D
you're buildin' a ceilin' the way you're headed
Gm F
Be American, express how you feel and take the credit
Bb
Don't settle for 87, go premium unleaded and
Cm Dm
Take off, shake all the hate off, it's over
Eb
It's they loss,
d
the payoff's their weight off your shoulders
Gm
Must admit, I'm feelin', I'm kind of um
F Bb
Lighter as a writer with this fire and desire to go higher
Cm
Than a stealth fighter pilot with my eye on every prize
Dm Eb
I surprise you guys, I'm a prize fighter
D Gm F
My nine to five describe, your scribe survive minor
Bb
Setbacks and take steps back from pied pipers
Cm Dm
Be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it
Eb D
I mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Bridge]
Gm
Rise up
F Bb
If you livin' on your knees, you rise up
Cm
Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
Dm Eb
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
D Gm
When are folks like me and you gonna rise up?
F Bb
Every city, every hood, we need to rise up
Cm
All my soldiers, what's good? We need to rise up
Dm Eb
We ain't got no other choice, we need to rise up
D
Rise up!
[Verse]
Gm
Throughout my travels and journeys
F
through life I've been searchin'
Bb
And been learnin' to be
Cm
the type of person to display how determined I get
Dm Eb
When I'm certain, inside I feel that fire that's burnin'
D
Like a knife that is turnin', I fight while I'm hurtin'
Gm
Sometimes they're right 'cause life is a burden
F Bb
Like the pain from a bite that'll worsen
Bb
Tryna stifle the light that'll shine on me first and
Cm
Before I ride in a hearse and...
Cm Dm
My breathing stops and
Eb D
You'll never take my one shot I got 'fore I lie in the earth
Gm
And now I kill again on that Hamilton Hercules Mulligan
F Bb
Readin' in Vanity Fair or the Huffington
Bb
Done with the sufferin',
Cm
we in the guts again, family rushin' in
Dm Eb
Wonder where Busta been
D
Feelin' the hunger and feedin' the lust to win
Gm F Bb
See I've been patiently waitin' for this moment
Bb Cm
To rise up again, that's the way I was molded
Cm
And as the last one standin' as the rest of them foldin'
Dm Eb D
Give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D D7 D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Standard Tuning
No Capo
[Intro]
Gm F Bb Cm Dm Eb D Gm F Bb Cm Dm Eb D
[Verse]
Gm F
Ayo mugshots, gun shots, dope shots, jump shot
Bb
Take your pick, but you only get one shot
Cm Dm
Advice from a schoolteacher to a young tot
Eb D
Applyin' a sticker to his Spiderman lunchbox
Gm F
When even role models tell us we're born to be felons
Bb
We're never gettin' into Harvard or Carnegie Mellon
Cm Dm
And we gon' end up either robbin' somebody or killin'
Eb D
It's not fair that's all they can tell us
Gm
That's why you hustle hella hard,
F
never celebrate a holiday
Bb
That'll be the day I coulda finally hit the lottery
Cm Dm
I refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away
Eb D
Or chalk it up as just another one that got away
Gm D
So I'm unapologetic, I'm on my calesthenics
Bb
If I have given it all I got I cannot regret it
Cm
My point of destination's
Dm
different from where I was headed
Eb D
'Cause I'ma shoot for the stars to get it
D
One shot
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Verse]
Gm F
When opportunity knock, you don't send anyone to get it
Bb
Answer the door, welcome it, let it in or regret it
Cm
They said if you can't beat 'em you join 'em
Dm
I said, "Forget it"
Eb
'Cause once you join 'em
D
you're buildin' a ceilin' the way you're headed
Gm F
Be American, express how you feel and take the credit
Bb
Don't settle for 87, go premium unleaded and
Cm Dm
Take off, shake all the hate off, it's over
Eb
It's they loss,
d
the payoff's their weight off your shoulders
Gm
Must admit, I'm feelin', I'm kind of um
F Bb
Lighter as a writer with this fire and desire to go higher
Cm
Than a stealth fighter pilot with my eye on every prize
Dm Eb
I surprise you guys, I'm a prize fighter
D Gm F
My nine to five describe, your scribe survive minor
Bb
Setbacks and take steps back from pied pipers
Cm Dm
Be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it
Eb D
I mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Bridge]
Gm
Rise up
F Bb
If you livin' on your knees, you rise up
Cm
Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
Dm Eb
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
D Gm
When are folks like me and you gonna rise up?
F Bb
Every city, every hood, we need to rise up
Cm
All my soldiers, what's good? We need to rise up
Dm Eb
We ain't got no other choice, we need to rise up
D
Rise up!
[Verse]
Gm
Throughout my travels and journeys
F
through life I've been searchin'
Bb
And been learnin' to be
Cm
the type of person to display how determined I get
Dm Eb
When I'm certain, inside I feel that fire that's burnin'
D
Like a knife that is turnin', I fight while I'm hurtin'
Gm
Sometimes they're right 'cause life is a burden
F Bb
Like the pain from a bite that'll worsen
Bb
Tryna stifle the light that'll shine on me first and
Cm
Before I ride in a hearse and...
Cm Dm
My breathing stops and
Eb D
You'll never take my one shot I got 'fore I lie in the earth
Gm
And now I kill again on that Hamilton Hercules Mulligan
F Bb
Readin' in Vanity Fair or the Huffington
Bb
Done with the sufferin',
Cm
we in the guts again, family rushin' in
Dm Eb
Wonder where Busta been
D
Feelin' the hunger and feedin' the lust to win
Gm F Bb
See I've been patiently waitin' for this moment
Bb Cm
To rise up again, that's the way I was molded
Cm
And as the last one standin' as the rest of them foldin'
Dm Eb D
Give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Hook]
Gm F
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Bb
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Gm
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
F Bb
No I'm not throwin' away my shot
Cm
Yo I'm just like my country
Cm
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
Eb D D7 D
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
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