Visions Of The Tenth Chamber

[intro: method man]
Say what? ain't no pushin
Say what? none of that shit goin on
Yo

[method man]
Made from the best shit on earth
I bring it to ya first, sick verse from the thurst
In the darkness we lurk, load a cartridge and burst
On the scene, like a new team
Let 'em on our witness, the method how i do things
Perfected, my routine's are hectic and knockin
General electric, i'm shockin (bzzz)
Now who top ten, to rot and land once forgotten
Niggas poppin crys' now, they stock market droppin
They poison, i'm the antitoxin, that keep the party rockin
And got me for us all, johnny cochran
Get me off, grant them the ball, if i walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Give me crack on and who the fuck really care, yeah
World best prepare for tical, to beware
Or be gone outta here, you be warned
Fuck all, get off that bullshit
And kick the fuckin tux off, now it's on

[chorus: all]
If it's on, then it's on
We can get it on, gat for gat
Track for track, song for song
If it's on, then it's on
We can get it on
So what ya want nigga, ya want nigga? huh?

[king just]
You got the beat from another planet
Think i don't rock like granite
Lyrical giantical, submerge the titanic
Panic with the frantic, antic watch them vanish
In the zone, by my own, maricon, if you spanish
The outlandish, even though they can't stand us
You better off gettin pick a size, tryin to ban us
Either way you put it off, i'mma be heard
That's my word, stone cold, goldberg
Like a nerve, don't fuck what ya heard
That nigga just started hangin out on the curb
What's the verdict, soundin like me, you can't word it
I put it in overdrive, while you short circuit
Worship the ground that i walk on
I brought on, all the real niggas that you talked on
Blahzay blah, so on, it's a done deal, don't even go on
Soundin nauseous, to choke on strong, to get my smoke on

[chorus]

[sic]
Talkin 'bout gats, ain't no bustin clacks, and ain't hustlin
Too many cats that wanna rap, and ain't sayin nuthin
Foolin ya self, how let ya ass do it to ya self
When it comes to cash, we the ones doin it, who else?
Walkin our dogs, ya cats better beat yours
Hot heat reach y'all, before you even get a chance to recharge
You weak paw, me and my street niggas a' eat y'all
We all, guess they ain't no question that we sure
B-song, soon as you throw the fuckin beat on
Dick riders ride, followers follow our lead on (you a fly guy)
I'ma have to air ya guys out
My shit is plat' before it even exit my mouth
S.i.n.y. nigga, who wan' try?
Treatin a batty boy head, boom bye bye
I.q. sky high, i flaunt y'all to hardcore
Conquer, why you frontin dunn? you don't want war

[chorus 2x]

[outro: method man]
Three amigos (we can get it on)
*method man talkin spanish*
Punk! yeah yeah yeah yeah
King just
Sic
Mr. meth
We gon polly to the death, yo
S.i.n.y., 10304 *echo*

[intro: shacronz]
Yo, what's up?
The fuck is the deal?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shacronz, the high juan
With my affiliates, u.k.
All day, and y'all fucked up now
What? what? yo, yo..

[chorus 2x: shacronz]
When the sundown
Clear the court, i got my guns now
All y'all tough niggaz run now

[i born]
Eh yo.. it's the i, mic murder first degree
No doubt no pressure, where beef? first that's free
Had a punk pay the certain seed
Bt's had me on freeze, where they wear sheets
On concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreat
On reach, peace, where the each is own
It's in eats in homes, thief will fly
Beast with chrome, top rated, billy plated
Shaded, throw it up nigga, run it, give it up nigga
Trigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblin
Cannon of the mobster, that phantom that got ya
Set up, chop they necks, sword'll keep they head up
Them vexed where its freedom, in death get yo head up

[freemurder]
Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore back
Why you tellin me and i already know that?
Fast frame dude like kodak
Showin 'em, where the coke at
Pump wiz who's nose that blow crack
Got up and got the dough back
See no plaques, niggaz see the 16's and hold that
Flip c.r.e.a.m. and blow that, flip trees and blow that
Lil' free squeeze with ease and you know that

[chorus 2x]

[jet black]
I'm on some new shit, click do hits to keep the crew rich
Fly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whips
Chicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotized
Illegal enterprise, playin pies, only my click'll rise
To the top of new york with cronz poppin the cork
On the don, mob got it locked in the fort
Cops i extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard?)
I move crack to stat', loop my troup to shoot back
Chicks say "who dat?", fly don ya got ya eyes on
Ty-jigs, shacronz, spray it like dry lawn
Claracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzo
Married to the mob, my broad carry a uz-o
Hoes in parasuco's, dough long like my new pole
True cold lows, froze with bloody loopholes
Blow mackin noodles, pop the mack double uno
Toss like hugo, floss numero uno

[shacronz]
Yo, what's up now? niggaz ain't got y'all guns now
Y'all don't seem so tough now
Cronz spit, y'all nerds fuck with the wrong click
Pack long shit, liquor and c.r.e.a.m., check out my team
Hilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this bitch in the seam
Ass show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of lincoln mabby's
In front of nail salons, cats hail the don
I fuck bitches pale, blonde, frail or long
My comrades get hailed and showned
Bailbond, nice royce, course, hail storms
Trash dances instead of jungle weed
In the jungle we, bubble keys
In the bubble jeep, s3, team all plunky with ease
We on some snake shit, hungry to squeeze
You don't need no gun and cheese

[chorus 4x]

[outro: shacronz]
What? all y'all faggot motherfuckers
Ha, shit is real in the battlefield
What? u.k., 10th chamber
For real, shacronz, billy box
Ty-jigs, the emperor
Lil' free, f-r-double e
The gods, same thang
How we movin? (u.k.)
U.k., u.k., u.k.

[chorus: buddha monk]
Babyface, here's the rum to get the party started
Delta got the 4-4 and now we on guardin
We walk with heat, ain't nothin sweat on the streets
If you walk in the slum, you get caught by dum dum niggas
What, red rum, red rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case that they gave me
Red rum, red rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case (that they gave me)

[babyface finster] (delta #1) {buddha monk}
I wanna hit some skids tonight
(aight crook stop stealin, dogs count your slugs
But ain't nobody killin)
I know i got a chance, at this, pants is tight
(l.i.q., got me flippin, feelin for a fight)
Wanna get my groove on, preceed to move on
(before the break of dawn, all ya niggas is gone
Try to front and get torn, i'm at the door
With the 4-4, restin my chest, i'm fuckin livin
Hardcore hearing)
{ooh baby i like it raw, war, things ain't just peace no more}

[delta #1]
The way i get raw is gettin ready for a war
Suited in fatigue suits, size of livin proof
Robbin niggas ain't cute, but niggas need to salute

[babyface finster]
I step to this creep, "what's ya name?", (denise)
She had a steel mad conceit, and the cunt's manifique
S & jet, cuz the bodies now recked
Then i stepped, she was from the fuckin projects
Back to the party, to drink some bacardi
Step to this chick, but her breath was type tardy
Miss la-di-da-di, get off the wall so we can party
You see me scoppin, your pussy prink got me open
Damn baby

[chorus]

[babyface finster]
Control party masses, pass champagne glasses
Peace and love to the ol' dirty bastard
Multichin, it's the zu killa trend
Deadly with the pen, with the track he kills again
I'm layin my charm down, this honies all around
My section, got lifestyles for protection
Fuck that, groundin on asses, gives infections
Time to chill out for this alcohol section

[delta #1]
16 cent on this fuckin alezay
Pour it out for my man a, rest in piece
Love, peace and hair grease
The drama never cease, i'm rugged like a beast
With fronts in my mouth piece
Teachin niggas how to pimp
If i did it, i did it, you caught a charge for a tip
Bitch stop pagin me, i'm not tryin to hear you
You wanna fuck my physical, beep spiritual
I'm tryin to get drunk with the dragon
The one night stand got ya braggin
Ya hot like a shot, with the 30-30 off the trot
I wanna bitch who smoke pot alot (*inhale*)

[babyface finster] (delta #1)
Dancin with these bitches got my drawers all wet
(yo the party just started, don't end it yet)
We gotta go delta (nigga go to hell)
This crazy bitch is waitin at the fuckin hotel
(let me smoke another l, and drink some more wine)
We got mad cash, but we can't buy time
(son, it's only 15 to the break of dawn)
Let's scatter like roaches when the light come on

[chorus]

[intro: lady raw]
Uh, see this right here
This is for niggas who think i'm playin
I'm not playin no more
I'm leavin niggas on the floor
What the fuck you expect? it's raw
Come on nigga, come on and shit

[lady raw]
This world got me not knowin, what the fuck to do
I'm locked up, on the block, with no air to move
I drink booze to keep my head off the bad news
Fake friends become enemies, never walked in my shoes
I give vex with the tech, nigga make a move
You choose to lose, i plan to be a winner wit ya pre-k rhyme
Ya cats is beginners, get served to my dog for dinner
And let my nine get up in ya, while the bullets dig thru ya
You cats is incubator raps, hard for you to attack
You're trapped, can't even move
Still sippin simalac, i've been a lyrical fat
Till the pussy crack, ten-five, 80 shots, hold that
Your dead like a roach, sway with blackjack
Run you over with the black ack, niggas gettin blood sap
I'm kill tracks, panties sippin conignac
Stay tense, hectic thoughts, pullin guns out my trench
Momma said they put a jinx on me
The only way you kill it off, murder everything
And leave nothin to breath

[chorus 1.5x: lady raw]
And when you speak, speak up
Messin wit this, keep up
This means war, a lot cats gon' get left on the floor
I ain't playin no more, you gon get what you askin for
And i'm rippin 'em raw

[lady raw]
My gats lift souls just like stigmata
I've been waitin for the nigga who killed big poppa
Bring him on, 4th and ave, let the nigga get popped up
Give ya rocks up, i'm blowin ya balls to ya guts, nigga
You're straight up butt, you gets gun fucked
These shiesty cats, make this bitch wanna shrive, shells to taste
Make me wanna smack ya fucking senses off ya face
These fake ass rap cats, i put 'em in place
Takin they space nigga, when you rhyme, shit's a waste
These steamin ass nigga, take my pump in they waist
On your carpet, i leave a blood trace
Leave your body found someplace, they call no place
Never had a friend, lift these homos with the ten
Cut his baby moms throat, fuck that hen
Fuck ya flow, fuck ya trap, fuck you again
Shit is serious, niggas got me walkin around fed
Last time the doctor see you, there's a hole in ya head
Dead on the bread, niggas hidin from raw, give a fuck what you said
Ya some livin walkin blackheads, that wordin my tread
Workin my tread, word is bond, sportin my dread

[chorus 2x]

[lady raw]
Every time ya niggas say my name
Ain't nuthin you can say, but she raw, just simple and plain
Fuck what you playin, you ain't for me, anyway
Half ass, you pray, get it straight, any fuckin day
Ya foolgetti's thinkin ya can play, get played
Get laid, 'cross the pave, wit my blood gauge
You garglin blood, ain't nobody hearin what you say
Fuck what you said nigga, you dead
I laugh when the red spread
I'm puttin dem holes in your ho's head
Wanna be down with me, yeah, you must be fuckin stupid
I'm the bitch that cha don't wanna have shit to do with
Buckin 'em duck, leavin they piece clueless
Shootin spaces in the heart of they vest, i'm fuckin loveless
That's why i wrote for delf, tag alongs made me vexed
I don't wanna have to make a mess
Make heads get splashed 'cross the glass when i compress
These streets got me stressed, blowin tecs
Puttin your wives and kids to rest
I'm up to guns, money, the upset life, switch to the lovely life
Thousand dollar boots, six hundred grand ice
For me to stay broke, i'm just too nice
See the sunrise, see the gun side, you kill for the life

[chorus 2x]

[outro: lady raw]
Bitch, rip 'em raw, rip 'em raw
Leave 'em bodied on the floor
Peace to my nigga bliss, my doo-doo, i love you you, ooo-ooo
This for the niggas that hated on me
Even though i ain't playin no more
I'm rippin 'em raw, hold that, take that
Hold that, look back, get clapped, blaa, hah

[intro: lady raw]
Niggas, where my thug niggas?
Where my real niggas?
Where them real niggas?

[chorus: lady raw]
I like to ride it, ride it
You like my body, body
You wanna lick it, lick it
Stop, tongue and play wit it
Lay me on my back, don't stop, get it, hit it
Dig it, pull out the hair, throw it up
I like it rough, throw me on the floor, daddy
Aow, tear it up

[lady raw]
You wanna lick me up, lick me down
Lick down, get down, all around
I like the big big boys, with the big big toys
Hit a rhyme, make a whole lotta noise
And ah, whip cream in the whippin 'a
Handcuffin ya, no touchin her
You got to work it out, only with the mouth
Make it bounce to the south, scream my name out loud
Reach the floor, only raw, allow stick the tongue out
Got 'em open, got 'em all turned out
I like it rough nigga, tear the club up
Grab my hair and throw it up, while you diggin the gut
I be squeezin ya butt, i like to ride
Throw my shit from side to side, to get 'em open wide wide
Cuz i just wanna...

[chorus]

[lady raw]
Phat flows, phat doughs, phat clothes, whoa, look at 'em stare
Wit they mouth open, when i brake it down, and shake it around
And open they keep scopin, hoppin to hop in the rizzo
Only if you go down low, lick the twat, like you do in the watch
If not, get no hot botch, you got a 4 inch dick, gettin no props
I like cocks hard like rockwilder
Spread my knees on the floor and make me holler
Where my niggas with the cash dollars
Like to trick, i like to lick, take ya dick
Can you put your hands on it, lighten suck
Scrawn him up, half tilted, push the 5
And stay gettin high, why, cuz i just wanna lick it

[chorus 2x]

[lady raw]
Iceberg in a icener
Doorag in the pants, nigga
All my bitches scream "aow", if you like them hard niggas
Two five and a nine milla, jaguo' and a benzo
All my bitches scream "aow", if you like the money getters
Six pack and an eight pecker, corn braids in the reasoner
All my bitches scream "aow", if you like them thug niggas
Chocolate in the butter love, honey in the strawberry
All my bitches scream "aow", if you like them freaky niggas
Stickin they tongue out, got 'em open, got 'em all turned out
Yeah i like to rough nigga, tear the club up
Grab my hair and throw it up, while you diggin the gut
I be squeezin ya butt, i like to ride
Throw my shit from side to side, to get 'em open wide wide
Why? cuz i just wanna...

[chorus 2x]

[outro: lady raw]
Aow, tear it up
Aow, tear it up
Aow, tear it up
All my freak niggas
Oh, tear it up
Oh, tear it up
All my thug niggas, wit they ass attention with this
Tear it up
Tear it up
All my witches, all my ride bitches
Aow, aow

[intro: king just]
You're my everything (15x)
(dedicated, to my everything
That's to you, you know who you are boo
You're my everything, yo)

[king just]
She had a man, but i caught her eye thru a dollar van
Had persians, skin tone like an arabian
Maybe when, when we get a chance to meet each other
Face to face, to brace with one another
I tell her why i love her
Then thug her back out, dun-dun, i got a steakhouse
Crashin the sex, feeled aroma till she passed out
She called a timeout, laid back and let her air out
Let the room air out, champagne mixed with style
Kept us goin, till the early mornin
We was bonin, blowin our can, for shorty holdin
Blunts rollin, carryin flow on this love boat
Tranquilizin your thought with one note

[chorus: king just]
You my everything, won't you come shine with the king
And you can see the wonders and the joy life brings
Under my wing, is where you belong
And lovin you is right, then maybe i don't wanna be wrong
Cuz you my everything, oh you my everything
You my everything, oh you my everything
You my everything, oh you my everything
You my everything, oh you my everything

[king just]
Look at miss symbol, wit the dimples and old pimples
Talkin like she like how i rock on instrumentals
Talkin like she been thru the same shit i been thru
Got me singin "i wanna get into you" stop it
Hot like the tropics, and not from the projects
Me and you boo, we like a plug to a socket
A pants to a pocket, and houston to the rockets
A doorknob to a closet, got you screamin "stop it!"
Logical when we mix molecules
Better call con ed, cuz we might blow a fuse
Ain't no rules, you choose whatever you do
You my everything, and i do everything for you
You my sun, moon and star, last drink at the bar
You the rims on my car, nah i ain't gon' go that far
There ain't nuthin that i put before you
That's when i'm knowin what i'm sayin here is true

[chorus]

[king just]
Ms. everything, you so pretty, how how she diddie
With the tickle pity, you should be the new york city
Stay jiggy, that's why i got to keep you from my niggies
(yo just you got a lot like backstreet) no diggy
Plus she digs me and makes my oatmeal lumpy
And asks the right questions like "why they call you bumpy?"
First girl to hump me, at the age of a virgin
Last girl to hit me off, cuz my money's splurgin
I'm certain, this be the right one son
Cuz she was hooked ever since i dropped warrior's drum
Make you cum twenty times, with these rhymes of mine
Between love and hate there's a thin line
So i'm, gonna watch my step, and choose correct
But this is for thee, she can bounce like a bad check
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, respect me
Better than your ex, your man's lex
So your next to be boyfriend
Ain't no toy friends, here
Ms. everything, you my cootie in the chair
Booty from the rear, hotter shit this year
I swear, my dear

[chorus 2x]

[intro]
Yeah yeah (yo)
Turn my mic up, one two
East coast gangsters (straight brooklyn right here)
(east coast gangster, east coast gangster)
Come to let ya niggas know
One time and one time only
We ain't playin

[shacronz]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Stay charm, livin, everybody wanna know cons position
I'm in the strong condition, plus there's no competition
Pop dons, twistin up, arm glisten
Rza truck, lean dudes in the hallway, sittin, spittin up
Don't think about gettin up, this world ain't forgettin us
On the streets, we crizzin cuts, too late me missed the bus
So i hop in the train, poppin them things
Shootin stupid, hittin every cop in my lane
Hip hop is my game, my job, my hustle
Had to rob and scuffle, when the projects, the god struggle
In the public, you know for thuggin crew
Little rugged dude, comin thru
Like the man in front of you, you can't do nuthin dude
Who is he? catch me in a pair of shoes, pissy
Seen more grands than you, lizzy, when it comes to crime
Ain't nuthin, my first guns a nine
Summertime, frontin on the block, we get ones with nine
Who's wild? new style, some say i'm too foul
Ya rap dudes is curtail, sit back and watch my loot pal
Slot time eliminatin, ya rhymes a criminatin
Shine innovatin, two dimes in rotation, mind insinuation
God, ya dudes is weak, sometimes i be losin sleep
To write that shit, that make ya move ya feet
My fuse is deep, on tape ain't confuse my speech
Lock me up, behind bars, cuz i refuse to speak

[chorus 2x: shacronz]
Come one, come all, if you wanna ball
All weak niggas on the floor
We can take it to the courts, guns involved, my sons involved
Can't fuck with it, if there's no ones involved

[freemurder]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
I squeeze heaters, take you out of here on some
I don't need ya, swiss cheese ya
Keep you runnin like cheetahs
Squeeze 16's, thru they 9 millimeters
Ram came back, short stop like two re-ups
Get money, fuck squeezers, send my dogs to get out ya
With sweepers, lil' free a sneak ya
Splash ya, put 3 strikes on ya like adidas
Ya causin blood on my sneakers
Squeeze with ease, shot sound like four speakers
Affiliated with streetsweapers
That's why they get sprayed in the night with red beamers
Get laid in broad daylight, ya fools don't want it
Click all you, run up on you
Rob pools, on they floor, jewels, gun on you
Grimy when i want to, no tellin what i'm gon do
What ya niggas wanna do? throw shots at ya mom too
Can't beat me, call me, ya faggots disappoint me
Throwin shots at ya head, back frontin for me
Shootin for my block away, i'm blazin a ack
Ya niggas quick to but ya glock away
Ya niggas can't rock with me, ya niggas ain't stoppin me
Most bitches be clockin me
Can't bag one bitch with the other chick clockin me

[chorus 2x]

[shacronz]
I burn the enterprise, with recognitiative
We don't surrender to faggots
You got to shoot me to try to injure my status
The things you do, make a lot of these contenders the maddest
But not me i visit cabbage, make ya render the karat
This in the average of 8 shells, cape swells
On these streets peak with my tape sells
Look how we creep in eight wale
Hoes in barrettes, scheme boatin on the coast of java
Bloods loke, bust guns for dada
I'm defensive, a lineman like "mean" joe green
Sell no dreams, hold the fort in my polo jeans
Blow cream, blow steam, i make hoes scream
In front of the stage, i watch the hoes fiend
I want the bread, fuck the law
Hustle with guns, gotta cut the raw
The devil my one, pedal touchin the four
Dudes fumble when i come, my metals bustin for war
We never settle the score, devils watchin ya door, what?

[chorus to fade]

[intro: la the darkman]
Yo, yo, yo (5x)
Yeah, yeah, la the darkman
8th wonder, top of the world, nigga
Yeah, sing sing, peach playin ass niggas
Killas, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh huh, yeah

[chorus: la the darkman]
In these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goes
Smoke la, pack guns, plot up in my foes
And range rovs, rockin jewels, artica folds
2000, it's still throw holes in clothes

[la the darkman]
You niggas lame, real game, recognize game
Some get hed, my dick long, i get brain
When i was broke, smoke weed on the train
Now puff in the gs4, dead float like a plane
Platinum watch and platinum chain
Four pound plastic glock, how dogs get trained
Jackets get stained, shirts get stained, jewels get stained
By a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fame
Tombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rain
Old folks say cracks the blame, while they act insane
And pack the game, cock and aim, blow out ya brain
Jump in the range, back to the grain, it's wu-tang
Ain't shit change, but gettin rich, bitch to bitch
Whips to switch, new outfits for new out hits
I'm raw like no condom, fuckin a whore
On some real shit, takin ya faggots to war
Back in s.o.'s, how we smack on dress holds
At the tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundles
It's 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsin
My killas blood thirsty outta project housing
The body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kids
My crew from bk, wild out like gotti kid
Fuck guliani bids, and consequences
I'm hoppin fences, jumped them bences
D.t.'s missin in these trenches
I wear all black, black gats
Only thing white on me, dunn, is my teeth and my crack
My money's green, my weed's real green, my lex is green
I won't wait, on a mic or a triple beam
My heart like spike lee tell me "do the right thing"
Nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take cream
Pussy, i'm real, from bronxville to brownsville
Queens, to manhattan, l.i. back to staten
I murder you...

[chorus 2x]

[la the darkman]
For the new millenium, i wanna be pushin a new millenium
With bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of them
My bitches mad femenime, suckin dick like kim and 'em
Take 'em to the condo, constantly bended them
I'm rusty, for faggot niggas that wanna bust me
Trust me, i only run with wolves, you can't touch me
Plus me, knowledge i got, just can't explain
Street value, worth 50 pounds of cocaine
I reign like a bullet comin from john wayne
Black male, society failed to obtain
I got big balls, big brains, big trucks, big chains
My wounds paint a picture, the cassette's the frame
I'm iller than one nigga tryin to rob a whole train
Look at america thru the eyes of saddam hussein
If a slut wanna fuck, me and my niggas, weren't trainin
It's 2000, but in the hood, shit's the same, nigga

[chorus 2x]

[outro: la the darkman]
Trapacanti, the streets for real
Trapacanti, trapacanti
La trapacanti