Xzibit - Chamber Music Lyrics
Verse one:The official representative, lacThis is phrophecy manifested by x to the zVictory, strike a b-boy stance in khaki pantsNever get along like red and black ants, advanceWhen your staring and this concrete that move like liquidLike a nigga withouth legs, I aint tryin to kick itTo much to finish, a menace, without enought timeMy mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kindCause if it jokes, nigga knowThe kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throatI promote self-defense not dollars and senseKick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fenceAssed out in the open, while you was hopin that xzibit was second rateBut I refuse to make; just another record in the crateI think not, got bee-bopsI bring it to your house like pizzaToday we are on the streets of south central los angelos, a fight forSurvivalWe have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.They no longer. once they no longer care theyre extremely dangerous.Verse two:Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece cleanWhen I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotinesHit and decapatate the bird case, featherweightCritical thinking, while you at water that concentrateXzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em inSeal off the exits, then cut off your oxygenXzibit run with a regiment of veteransI only like to come out late night, like dave lettermanTime for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sickCallin me a hater cause I dont ride dicksRead my lips, we got problems like bloods and cripsLove the sound of clips when I know my shitChamber music, this is for the ones with stone-faceThat catch you at the right time in the wrong placeWe unsafe, one-fifty-one with no chase and no iceTake away your life like three strikesYeah, come on, chamber musicVerse three:So now xzibit got a little money, I think its funnyHow mother*****ers think Im supposed to cher/share like sonnyClarify, you dont work you dont eat, I repeatYou dont eat you get weak, catch a fragile physiqueAccomplish more in one day, than you can do in a weekThe x-man, wolverine, one swing to make the cut cleanAnd the wrong things manifested in flesh***** the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the s-classCatch a roadrash, all you smell is hashChronic mix, bumpin the liksAnd dick you like a hebron fixBear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny metersGet black-walled, modern day lee harvey oswaldThe assassin, brother who came blastinTake it without askin, rappers is all fashionXzibit keep mashing throughGot any lost words? I got twoDrive up, on you like that!Once again chamber music, what what, yeah, what the deal? its xzibit.Get on the ground, get on the ground! hands on the back of your head, donMove dont move! get on the ground! * beat to fade *
