Song | 9th Chamber |
Artist | Inspectah Deck |
Album | Manifesto |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bougard, Charles, Grant ... | |
{*evil laughter*}[la the darkman] | |
Yeah, ins, yo | |
It's la the darkman | |
Hit 'em with the death blow | |
Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones | |
Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like larry holmes | |
Through the valley of kings, you catch the killa bee sting | |
Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the arch bishop | |
Defyin me is like startin rap world war 3 | |
You rather sell your key to nypd | |
My style's vicious, | |
I rap in the lab and break dishes | |
My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious[beretta 9] | |
Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer | |
Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer | |
Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet | |
Iron sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats | |
In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott | |
Engineered this thought that | |
I present, strugglin to comprehend | |
While I fill you in with a bar of tin | |
And clear the | |
God sin, do em in kid[killa sin] | |
I stay lurkin, circlin the premises | |
Dart chemist on the search, my arch nemesis | |
Concotin nuerotoxins out of synonyms | |
Send your physical in triple shock | |
Crippled in a detox, with no rememberance | |
Well I rocks the shows with the minimum | |
Capacity to pack the front row and flow naturally | |
Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums | |
And blow like dirty schrapnel grenades with now pins in em[street life] | |
Why risk it? killah hill district, we flip shit | |
Egotistic, | |
I hold grounds with twin biscuits | |
Put it up, | |
I lay it down, my streets sound surround | |
Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown | |
Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder | |
Island drifter, black vagina finder | |
Loungin by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw | |
And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch[inspectah deck] | |
Toxi' on bacardi pina, low crawlin through medina | |
Slumped in the seven-seater, thumpin heaters | |
The bite might cause seizures, weak mc's take me to your leader | |
We the true source, movin off on uncharted course | |
My thoughts come across with the blindin force | |
Killa 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 of reality closin fast | |
On the world of make-believe | |
And your fantasy is nothin more than a memory | |
Now bear witness to the realness | |
Showin and provin, we live by the sword... |
zuo ci : Bougard, Charles, Grant ... | |
evil laughter la the darkman | |
Yeah, ins, yo | |
It' s la the darkman | |
Hit ' em with the death blow | |
Yo, I' m known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones | |
Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like larry holmes | |
Through the valley of kings, you catch the killa bee sting | |
Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the arch bishop | |
Defyin me is like startin rap world war 3 | |
You rather sell your key to nypd | |
My style' s vicious, | |
I rap in the lab and break dishes | |
My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious beretta 9 | |
Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer | |
Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer | |
Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet | |
Iron sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats | |
In fact punch a clock, it' s my time to rock, dock the known like a scott | |
Engineered this thought that | |
I present, strugglin to comprehend | |
While I fill you in with a bar of tin | |
And clear the | |
God sin, do em in kid killa sin | |
I stay lurkin, circlin the premises | |
Dart chemist on the search, my arch nemesis | |
Concotin nuerotoxins out of synonyms | |
Send your physical in triple shock | |
Crippled in a detox, with no rememberance | |
Well I rocks the shows with the minimum | |
Capacity to pack the front row and flow naturally | |
Killin ' em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums | |
And blow like dirty schrapnel grenades with now pins in em street life | |
Why risk it? killah hill district, we flip shit | |
Egotistic, | |
I hold grounds with twin biscuits | |
Put it up, | |
I lay it down, my streets sound surround | |
Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown | |
Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder | |
Island drifter, black vagina finder | |
Loungin by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw | |
And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch inspectah deck | |
Toxi' on bacardi pina, low crawlin through medina | |
Slumped in the sevenseater, thumpin heaters | |
The bite might cause seizures, weak mc' s take me to your leader | |
We the true source, movin off on uncharted course | |
My thoughts come across with the blindin force | |
Killa 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 of reality closin fast | |
On the world of makebelieve | |
And your fantasy is nothin more than a memory | |
Now bear witness to the realness | |
Showin and provin, we live by the sword... |
zuò cí : Bougard, Charles, Grant ... | |
evil laughter la the darkman | |
Yeah, ins, yo | |
It' s la the darkman | |
Hit ' em with the death blow | |
Yo, I' m known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones | |
Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like larry holmes | |
Through the valley of kings, you catch the killa bee sting | |
Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the arch bishop | |
Defyin me is like startin rap world war 3 | |
You rather sell your key to nypd | |
My style' s vicious, | |
I rap in the lab and break dishes | |
My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious beretta 9 | |
Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer | |
Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer | |
Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet | |
Iron sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats | |
In fact punch a clock, it' s my time to rock, dock the known like a scott | |
Engineered this thought that | |
I present, strugglin to comprehend | |
While I fill you in with a bar of tin | |
And clear the | |
God sin, do em in kid killa sin | |
I stay lurkin, circlin the premises | |
Dart chemist on the search, my arch nemesis | |
Concotin nuerotoxins out of synonyms | |
Send your physical in triple shock | |
Crippled in a detox, with no rememberance | |
Well I rocks the shows with the minimum | |
Capacity to pack the front row and flow naturally | |
Killin ' em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums | |
And blow like dirty schrapnel grenades with now pins in em street life | |
Why risk it? killah hill district, we flip shit | |
Egotistic, | |
I hold grounds with twin biscuits | |
Put it up, | |
I lay it down, my streets sound surround | |
Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown | |
Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder | |
Island drifter, black vagina finder | |
Loungin by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw | |
And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch inspectah deck | |
Toxi' on bacardi pina, low crawlin through medina | |
Slumped in the sevenseater, thumpin heaters | |
The bite might cause seizures, weak mc' s take me to your leader | |
We the true source, movin off on uncharted course | |
My thoughts come across with the blindin force | |
Killa 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 of reality closin fast | |
On the world of makebelieve | |
And your fantasy is nothin more than a memory | |
Now bear witness to the realness | |
Showin and provin, we live by the sword... |