Lyrics:
An uncertain time, I wouldn't bet on peace
Don't wanna change, I'll stay in my chamber
Tis foe of spirit, and en route to failure
Virtual tragedy, RIP
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on
If it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up
With my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it
Johnny Storm
I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned
I prolong this next chamber to make it strong
And prove all them doubters wrong
Killin
the smell of blood
Torture chamber
Torture chamber, tests your will to live
Die by nature, this time you must give
Tare my hand, feel my pain
Torture
connection
Weh you seh youth man ?
Pass it dung thru the wire
Use i lomo and the dr 20
Watch i dubplate ruff and plenty
c coulda weh they waan test breda
liquor.
When you a bury we stand next to vicar
Fling on some dirt and mek you bury little quicker
Shouldn't test the youth?s dem in the Tommy Hilfiger.
How can I survive?
Evil speaks to me everyday
Realizing the monster that I have grown
I solemnly promise to leave evil alone
Torture chamber
Test
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
liquor.
When you a bury we stand next to vicar
Fling on some dirt and mek you bury little quicker
Shouldn't test the youth?s dem in the Tommy Hilfiger.
at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your
test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
One is in the air and one is the chamber
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm
Yeah
We in the trenches on the offensive
Runnin' through machine gun fire
And barbed wire fences
Motherfuckers say that violence is senseless
But so
a wish, and blow the smoke off my piece.
Unloadin', unfold and the rhymes are explodin',
And the mic that I'm holdin's golden.
Cordless, 'cause the wire
Gangsta, Gangsta!
I’m begging come and try
You say you’re gonna take my life
Screw my wife, us my mic
Test me one more time
We’ll see who’s only about
what we want or all your fragile bones will break
You can't deny that you've been living like a pest
We'll throw you in and put you to the test
This
the rest
Free my queens that's my test
South Africa depressed
Why my women have to suffer
Deserve love nothing mo
All you want to tell her
I'm talking
[Chorus: x2]
The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin' on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my
Chargie pon speed dial
Nuh answer we redail
One phone call and descending pon people
Rapid fire got de links them wire
Shots all from de chamber, wuh set
Now when it come to making money,
I'm a printin' press (Press)
When it come to being "Trill",
I'm a litmus test,
Run it like a fitness test
fire when I'm on the wire
Keepin' me calm when it's gettin' higher
Sweet like sugar and hot like wine
Always keepin' ya on my mind
You're givin' my life
that's beyond compare.
Some may laugh, and some may mock,
But our love is stronger than any block.
Together, we'll stand the test of time,
Our love is
familiar fragrance to flavors strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist
familiar fragrance to flavors strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in
try to fulfil
So they hate on my name but admire my skill
And before I touch stage, gotta wire my mil, ah
My niggas do drill that was prior to drill
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