Lyrics:
his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him/
Or was it junior's teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him/
Or was it junior's teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
over one man's stare, you want to dare,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
she had the Gucci boots
I had Sarducci suit's
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Junior MAFIA representing Bucktown
MAC-11 cocked back niggas
a feeling
Touch and why'all felt
We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
Over one man's
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
niggas stand up
Ima give it to yall like this gUDDA!
Listen
I aim the thunder squeeze at ya shoulders
The chamber puff and breeze ya granola
Anger
with this one and that one
(Red Wallabies) Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red
high it got me levitated
You gone feel the pressure of this gas cuz we chamber ready
I can't ever switch from the trenches and I'm blessed
Expressing
We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
over one man's stare, you want to dare,
conflict
Bustdown Cubans' my prom set, the charm Lex
Pushed the button playin' with Congress, the wrong bet
I bomb threat niggas, junior hustlers
I
truth
Like Dr Martin Luth
Er king junior
To ghetto youth most ain't new
To what I bring to you
All I know Blacks don't be ready for what I sing to em
We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
over one man's stare, you want to dare,
junior died I ain't think the shit was real
I wish that he was still alive to see me make my first mill
They don't understand the hunger I don't need
late one night when the palace was asleep
Out of my royal chambers and into the garden I creep
And I wait till the appointed time, when the moon is
tell them, guys?
Tell us, King!
You see late one night when the palace was asleep
Out of my royal chambers and into the garden I creep
And I wait till
years ago I started writing rhymes
But it was all just CHH until my junior year
And honestly, it's stupid, but it kinda makes me fear
That if I get into
them to every different stranger
Let them know abt my deepest chambers
Let them know this is my future
I wish I did this shit sooner
11th grade I'm now
Yeah
FÄMO
My junior year we’d drift a Prius up on Mt. Pisgah
36 Chambers out the sound system
We were seeking thrills
Guess they must’ve been around
was heaven-sent
No miracles on 34th Street
I took 35 mm film to the 36th Chamber
Bumping Wu Tang, pissing off my neighbors
They built a 37 foot wall in
Byrne headed towards the bank
next door.
The bank's accountant was sitting in the banking chamber when he heard a noise. He
looked up to see a drunk
in junior school, they bullied me
Blinding me, in hindsight was the cause
Faking handshakes and hugs was the altercation of torment modes
I say pain
royal chambers and into the garden I creep
And I wait till the appointed time, when the moon is lighting the pitch
At which point my peasant friend, who
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