Chamber Music Lyrics

Chamber Music

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 *