[Intro: Islord]
Ayo, I want all y'all niggas out there in this rap shit
Claiming y'all rappers
Y'all niggas ain't no fucking MCs
Know what I'm saying, son?
'Cause once you step into the chamber
'Cause we dealing with the 7th Chamber
[Verse 1: Islord]
Ayo, witness this homicide lyrical specialist
Once I slide on the set like Mt. Everest
Avalanches, causing total mayhem
In this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapper
Who has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?
Dart for dart, that's the wrong move
Like one cat with a red shirt, stumbling upon
Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of 'em
Rugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points
'Cause I'm on some, fuck all y'all R&B artist-es
Thinking y'all MCs, y'all best to run for cover
And throw your bulletproof helmets on your head
Enough said..
[Verse 2: Iron Mic aka Infrared]
I spit warfare, real shit niggas like to hear
Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beers
Twist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo'
Cock it back, put one in the head, these niggas don't know?
Then let 'em know how we coming
Deep, we keep shook niggas running
You cowards is afraid of my power, ain't holding nothing
Let me show you something 'bout this rap shit
First of all if you ain't spitting acid, you going backwards
These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless
Marvelous, Shaolin niggas from stomping with
Killarm' T.M.F. connect with Ruthless
Challenge new generation, nigga, we the best
We out for this cheddar cheese, you better freeze if we enemies
If ya life's on the line you better squeeze
Yo I'm telling these wannabes, about the rules
Come up out the shoes, we ain't got nothing to lose
[Verse 3: Trife]
Ey yo; I floss like a red Porsche beamin' in the sunset
You made a dumb bet fucking with these young vets
Who bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartest
Five artists, you can't do nothing to part us
Niggas is garbage, they need to get bagged up
'Cause their style's ragged up looking like sad pups
You'll be jacked up, leakin' with your eyes half shut
'Til you had enough 'cause fucking with us is bad luck
The temptation of pussy be hard to pass up
So before I slide in I test the cat and strap up
Is there a question? You gotta ask us, don't be afraid
But on my behalf you're getting played
And where you was at, you should've stayed
Now you search for aid, no one to save you
And all your so-called men betrayed you
They wanting to talk and work deals under the table
Passing 'em cream, gold watches and large cables
They snaked you, like the serpent, turn the lights off and close the curtain
Selling their soul to a merchant
I got niggas, scared to meet me in person
Searching, like the Internet, I got 'em surfing
[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]
Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill
Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz
In Shaolin we keep it real
Shit is getting deep, reach for steel
We going all out, do what you feel
[Verse 4: Truck]
I stick and move, move and stick with niggas, if it's real I click with niggas
Laying all the fifth with niggas, sick of niggas
Simple licking and squeeze faster than with triggers
Double dare any niggas, cross me and my city slickers, petty pocket pickers rocking niggas
Quick to throw a rock at the bitches
Tryna cock-block my riches on a hot block with snitches
Still getting dough, still getting hated on the low
Still doing sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro
Drive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hail
Catch me on these cold streets stackin' for bail
Niggas is lacking the real so I brought the hostility
Better off killing me then trying to send me back to a cell
[Verse 5: 9th Prince]
Ayo, thugs with rubber grips and hollow joints
Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points
Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe
Being swung by a serial killer maniac
Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats
They kill to hear my album
Black dust will get you blast
Then throw on a ski mask and rob street's asylum
9th Prince, y'all niggas can't solve him
These 9 Fingers of Death'll be the answer to your problems
My roof is like an infrared, I'm hostile
No Smiles, dogs growl when they're on trial
Rhymes travel 23 million square miles
Made razor blades, throwing switchblades that'll cut you a fade
Lyrical maze, MCs lost for days
Within the 9th Chamber, another Wu banger
For all my Killah Hillside stranglers
[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]
Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill
Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz
In Shaolin we keep it real
Shit is getting deep, reach for steel
We going all out, do what you feel
Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill
Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz
In Shaolin we keep it real
Shit is getting deep, reach for steel
We going all out, do what you feel
[Outro: Tommy Whispers]
Tommy Whispers, nigga (Bastards!)
Word is bond, come on!
Revenge of the 9 Fingers
God, The Chamber continues
Word up
Everything is Everything
God be the King
This Shaolin shit is forever!
Forever..
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