Bees plant seeds, slide North or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock on [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls
: (Instrumental)
makes Into the womb of mother earth the cradle of all life We turn our pleading eyes To the wind and the water to fire and the chamber of our lies
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
: Enslaved in the Rape Chamber
: Like a frozen daughter To a man who likes to say: You were no good, no With your blue eyes staring In a distant far from life You will loose it, loose
ash, then collected, for our sadistic pleasing. Carving pentagram onto virgins back, masses silently chant. For a end to it all. Enter the chamber of
: Are you happy where you are? Plan to this impending fate! We'll let the world carry our weight! It's bad brinks with every mile, But we all live in
: just give me one last chance to believe in you i beg you from the bottom of my dying heart your poison was bitter, sour like the barrel of this gun
, the buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber
rewrite the trend Wu niggaz did it again, yo Unhighly, octane, die cast metal frame Lame, let another man heat handle beef [Chorus: Method Man] Chamber Music fuckin the party up-in Chamber
: [Intro:] Take that motherfucker GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large
: [Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back
I realize I'm dead, I'm fucked in the head I'm not living without you My life is a game, my life is a shame I'm not living without you This heart has
[Intro:] One two, one two -- you taping this? All types of shit yo let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone! Get all that good shit,
People have told me You have ways of killing without dealing a mob Well, so have I Yeah, come on, what's the deal? Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year
This was my favorite girl for years, she knows the way I perform Sometimes I pull my boxers down, y'all, with one timb on It be times, you know I stay
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with
