Chamber Music - Xzibit

The official representative, LAC

This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z

Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants

Never get along like red and black ants, advance

When you’re staring at this concrete that move like liquid

Like a nigga without legs, I ain’t trying to kick it

Too much to finish, a menace, without enough time

My mind only give punchline, you probably thinking 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 self-defense.

not dollars and cents

Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence

Assed out in the open, while you was hoping 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 like Pink Dot

Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for survival

We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty

They no longer.

Once they no longer care they’re extremely dangerous

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean

When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines

Hit and decapitate the bird case, featherweight

Critical thinking, while you add water to concentrate

Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box 'em in

Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen

Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans

I only like to come out late night, like Dave Letterman

Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick

Calling me a hater cause I don’t ride dicks

Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips

Love the sound of clips when I load my shit

Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face

That catch you at the right time in the wrong place

We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice

Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think it’s funny

How motherfuckers think I’m supposed to share like Sonny

Clarify, you don’t work you don’t eat, I repeat

You don’t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique

Accomplish more in one day than you can do in a week

The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean

End of all things manifested in flesh

Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class

Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash

Chronic mix, bumping the Liks

Addicting like a Heron fix

Bear-arm from here to a hundred-twenty meters

Get black-balled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald

The assassin, brother who came blastin'

Take it without askin', rappers is all fashion

Xzibit keep mashing through

Got any lost words?

I got two

Try «fuck» and «you», like that