Visions of the Tenth Chamber

Typed by: Masta10304@HotMail.com, goldenarms_10304@yahoo.com<br><br>[Manley Musa]<br>Yo, what? What? Run kid, run!<br>You should break North for thinkin with your`s<br>Send out track signed sincerely hardcore<br>Throw you in a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one<br>My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end<br>Don`t have me bust your lip or have my glock slip<br>That`s one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?<br>I`m two seconds off, I`m one second lost from the six-pack<br>Now we put in together, we can all get that<br>Huh? Puff forty the rocker, Shorty naughty with two squigs<br>Three pulls then pass it back, don`t even ask me why, black<br>You may act, sane, you may act, shady<br>I think he`s still goin crazy over his baby Hailey<br>Go hey-hey Hailey walk slow, my slow flow`s so remarkable<br>The rap attract until MC`s come so I could spark a few<br>Put you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like `em fossils<br>What a rascal, triangular when I`m verbal head-bangin ya<br>This style, lean on poles and watch heads fold<br>And bang their pins like it`s the same session<br>So call the best that you know, uh, I`m numero uno<br>Number one, hoe, whatever language you know<br>You could`ve been my ace or my ill, we go through cases to build<br>Right now you goin through faces of fear<br>So it`s a rhyme fract`, you don`t turn out the lights<br>And beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night<br><br>[Chorus 2X: sample]<br>Play y`all niggaz drunk, it ain`t no mothafucka like me<br>Play y`all niggaz drunk, it ain`t no mothafucka like me<br>Play y`all niggaz drunk, it ain`t no mothafucka like me<br>Cuz I be on, I be on some New Improved next shit<br><br>[Drunken Dragon]<br>Yo, yo, yo...<br>They call me Darth Vader when I`m invadin ya space<br>Raid your area (Yo RZA hit `em with the mace)<br>Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fake<br>The platform shake, I`m like a human earthquake<br>Feel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power lines<br>Short-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mind<br>I heard too many rhymes slackin, too many MC`s be lackin<br>The skill that it takes (and they still rappin!)<br>My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flow`s the maddest<br>Your style is the Pips without the Gladys (Hoo!)<br>Light-Brite, these MC`s be writin wack rhymes<br>Claimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time<br>(Yo they lyin) I`m out firin, yo Puff you be<br>While you poppin shit I`m poppin nuts up in your girl`s coutie<br>I roll the mic up in the Philly<br>Smoked it, now watch these MC`s get silly<br>From the contact, Dragon, I rip mic`s tight<br>Poppin couchie in the daytime and lyrics at night<br>Damn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stop<br>Straight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Delta #1]<br>Ain`t no mothafucker like me...<br>On some next shit, holdin laser three-eighties<br>Givin laser dick to a bitch like Kendra, playa<br>I`m on tracks hustlin my pen, I`m a Nigga With Attitude<br>Like Ren & Dre, keepin verses gangsta<br>And I teach my little couso`s how to spit verbal ammo<br>That I had Flex on they dick and bomb shit up<br>When my squad rolls up, it`s Nuthin But A `G` Thang<br>We keep raps potent, that`s a gumbo thing, what?<br><br>[Kendra] (Buddha Monk) {both}<br>Got y`all niggaz on ya back like I`ma fuck `em in the V<br>If you see my cheetahs, China rings overseas<br>(It`s the darker slower, sword swingin, kamikaze gun totin<br>Bust a rhyme with the Henny, drunk totin)<br>It`s motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze<br>Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte<br>Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags, nigga)<br>You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast<br>(We never knew that our slang would cause too much impact<br>On the Devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that)<br>Nigga`s tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kids<br>Shit we live, catchin licks, all in the demon`s grip<br>Need I say more? Blow up Buddha-God, the sage shore<br>Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you<br>Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you<br>(You stuck by two of the greatest tactics) Yes<br>(We bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask us<br>It`s the Blackout, bum-rush) You wanna get stupid?<br>(Cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise)<br>My corpse is a RZA from a thriller or nine killa<br>Passin by Mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga<br>(So who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine)<br>Acidic, my rock frequency like Jesus in Palestine<br>(Packin nickel-plated chrome nines<br>I design lines to the burn-freeze minds)<br>Cross the River Jordan in Timbs to get mine<br>{It ain`t a mothafucka like me}<br><br>[Chorus 2.5X]