9th Chamber Lyrics
| 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... |
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