Chamber Music (Letra)

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Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain’t tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival"

"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they’re extremely dangerous."

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don’t ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

Verse Three:

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I’m supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don’t work you don’t eat, I repeat
You don’t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It’s Xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don’
Move Don’t Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *

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Chamber Music (Letra)

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[Kung Fu sample]
I must tell you that the Clan is a danger to the public
but still for many men just to hear of the name
fills them with hate and loathing
But why? They’ve never harmed anyone
I’m afraid they did
*beat drops*
In the past there’s something that they would like to forgive
First, I’ll tell you about their style, planned techniques
The main style
"Shaolin Finger Jab!"

[RZA (Method Man)]
Yo..
*sounds of fighting*
(Uh-huh)

[Kung Fu Sample]
We are watchin your whole group
You been busy here
Around the clock, all we need is your orders to move
Met a lot of crosses last night
Young and old!
You been busy here
I respect that!

[Method Man (Raekwon)]
Yeah, (Eh yo), yeah
Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in (Yo)
Come on! You know what it is
(Thou must part seis all the time, kids)
(Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo) We’re back!

[Raekwon]
Peep The Jump Off, ain’t nothin sweet, get dumped off
Frontin like you won’t get deaded and bumped off
Drastic son, master guns that’ll run up in plastic ones
and then go, crash in the slums
One tight army, Few Good Men that’ll rep
Invade your strongarm’, Prince of Wales swimmin on feet
Props in sales, all yellow L’s, cops sleepin on nails
Niggaz get realer than real, yo
Flash the brown, last time was crowned
All navy Woolridge, Wu kicks, movin them pounds, yo
Last on niggaz, great adventures of my niggaz
and cast out pictures, sendin a rash out the kitchens
Like the wind, invite the grin, watch niggaz rewrite the trend
Wu niggaz did it again, yo
Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame
Lame, let another man heat handle beef

[Chorus: Method Man]
Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in
Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in

[GZA]
Yo, spark the intro, relevant info
Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
Most heated battles, I blasted MC’s
Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
Who entered on the level with weather, wait and listen
When one flash metal, eight calculate positions
The world snap once we combine our rap
Drastic Measures, priceless treasures on Nap’
Our sword swing, windchill mount’ are'(a)
Eight equipped standin on a tall glass ferry
Snares and kicks, off the project bricks
It’s no act, a producer play the role with drumpsticks
The warnin came unnoticed, it’s like the shot at the doctor
The Vega to slay Otis, the nine Lotus
Each one adjust to his own environment
Formulate this great LP, 100 Rounds spent
Niggaz bent on a fruitless search for nourishment
They long for this proper guidance, encouragement

[Chorus 2X]

[Method Man]
It be The Lost Tribe, 7 Days locked in the dungeon
Foamin at the mouth, mad dog in this production
The Uncontrolled Substance got me spittin up nuff bars, disgustin
The last temptation of the son of David Ruffin
Hold my mic sideways when bustin
On Judgement Day runnin thru Hell, yellin and cussin
at MC’s in my circumfrance, y’all niggaz hand-cuffin
these hoes and ain’t read them they rights or nothin
Keep lustin, yea, and I’ma a keep hustlin
with Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in
You know me, everytime you kiss that hoe you blow me
You blow trial trin to walk a mile in my circoni’

[Chorus 2X]

[Masta Killa (Method Man)]
(AHHHHH!!!!)
We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet
Stepped off the plane, the world wept
Roll with the Witty Unpredictable
Talent All Natural, rock with the bangles of hip-hop
Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness
Make wizes scream and shout at the top of their breath essence
Captured on tape is precious, bless mic pure defness
Awaken from you sleep mistake
When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake! *echoes*

[Chorus 2X]

[Kung Fu sample]
You’ve been busy
Are you mastered?
{*Repeat 3x*}
You’ve been busy here..

Chamber Music (Letra)

Wu-Tang Clan

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Verse one:

The official representative, lac
This is phrophecy manifested by x to the z
Victory, strike a b-boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, i ain’t tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that xzibit was second rate
But i refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

"today we are on the streets of south central los angelos, a fight for
Survival"

"we have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. once they no longer care they’re extremely dangerous."

Verse two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When i release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out late night, like dave letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause i don’t ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like bloods and crips
Love the sound of clips when i know my shit
Chamber music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, one-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, chamber music

Verse three:

So now xzibit got a little money, i think its funny
How motherfuckers think i’m supposed to cher/share like sonny
Clarify, you don’t work you don’t eat, i repeat
You don’t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The x-man, wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, i take the test, graduate, pass to the s-class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the liks
And dick you like a hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day lee harvey oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? i got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again chamber music, what what, yeah, what the deal? it’s xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! hands on the back of your head, don’
Move don’t move! get on the ground! * beat to fade *