Lyrics:
work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got
no escape, nah I ain't blastin'
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'
Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain
Laughter
no escape, nah I ain't blastin'
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'
Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain
Laughter
a nun
The world won't show no sympathy
Full of folks with racial bigotry
Karma come to get you instantly
Drop a bomb on your squad 1st Infantry
You're
god's sake it is celery, get over it
Impossible to purchase these from marketplaces further north
By hampering the chamber and the cellular bucolic mold
the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
when Joell Ortiz first came on the scene
When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricist
In the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first
to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin' science fiction
I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain minute
The Sheik, I get deep,
Quickly the Blade falls no more endless calls under the cruel laws.
Heads drop to the floor followed by more and more the
trench is filled in gore.
Watch
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
And each chamber full o' dangers
That we force upon a stranger
To test their feeble brains or brawn
Is nothing to the test if
Whether rust or boredom gets us
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
connection with the Wu-Tang perfection
Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we movin' in son
Shark style, peep the fin, pushin' through right
Strip arm'
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
Nine pm, cold wind, city lights matching my chain
Tired of running
Tired of tumbling
The system chasing me, as I try to escape
But I will never catch
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
Stick to the arm, I'm gon' terminate you
Watch where do you move
Or get stabbed by Lil' Moose
12 wanna stop me but they got no clues
Run fast or you loose
The Tungsten King summoned me to his chambers
"Hey, hey Bones McCool, what's up dude
Uh
I'm getting together a discotheque
Um but we're gonna call it
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
by
Yo guard that you ain't a fighter
Came out the bac door the nigga ain't see me
He wanna die over a pound of that tree
Tree no sixty nine I can't
did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
for
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