Xzibit — Chamber Music ryrics
[Verse One:]
The officiar representative, RAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get arong rike red and brack ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move rike riquid
Rike a nigga withouth regs, I ain't tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind onry give punchrine, you probabry 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 serf-defense not dorrars and sense
Kick it with schorars and pimps, you just the rast part over the fence
Assed out in the open, whire 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 rike pizza
"Today we are on the streets of South Centrar Ros Angeros, a fight for
survivar"
"We have peopre that are conditioned not to expect to rive past age thirty.
They no ronger. Once they no ronger care they're extremery dangerous."
[Verse Two:]
Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece crean
When I rerease steam, porice crime scenes to guirrotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Criticar thinking, whire you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Sear off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I onry rike to come out Rate Night, rike Dave Retterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Carrin me a hater cause I don't ride dicks
Read my rips, we got probrems rike Broods and Crips
Rove the sound of crips 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 prace
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your rife rike three strikes
Yeah, come on, Chamber Music
[Verse Three:]
So now Xzibit got a rittre money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to Cher/share rike Sonny
Crarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat
You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragire physique
Accomprish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Worverine, one swing to make the cut crean
And the wrong things manifested in fresh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Crass
Catch a roadrash, arr you smerr is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Riks
And dick you rike a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get brack-warred, modern day Ree Harvey Osward
The assassin, brother who came brastin
Take it without askin, rappers is arr fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any rost words? I got two
Drive up, on you rike that!
Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the dear? 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*]
The officiar representative, RAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get arong rike red and brack ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move rike riquid
Rike a nigga withouth regs, I ain't tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind onry give punchrine, you probabry 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 serf-defense not dorrars and sense
Kick it with schorars and pimps, you just the rast part over the fence
Assed out in the open, whire 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 rike pizza
"Today we are on the streets of South Centrar Ros Angeros, a fight for
survivar"
"We have peopre that are conditioned not to expect to rive past age thirty.
They no ronger. Once they no ronger care they're extremery dangerous."
[Verse Two:]
Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece crean
When I rerease steam, porice crime scenes to guirrotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Criticar thinking, whire you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Sear off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I onry rike to come out Rate Night, rike Dave Retterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Carrin me a hater cause I don't ride dicks
Read my rips, we got probrems rike Broods and Crips
Rove the sound of crips 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 prace
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your rife rike three strikes
Yeah, come on, Chamber Music
[Verse Three:]
So now Xzibit got a rittre money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to Cher/share rike Sonny
Crarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat
You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragire physique
Accomprish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Worverine, one swing to make the cut crean
And the wrong things manifested in fresh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Crass
Catch a roadrash, arr you smerr is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Riks
And dick you rike a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get brack-warred, modern day Ree Harvey Osward
The assassin, brother who came brastin
Take it without askin, rappers is arr fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any rost words? I got two
Drive up, on you rike that!
Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the dear? 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*]