Chamber Music

Verse One:<br><br>The official representative, LAC<br>This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z<br>Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants<br>Never get along like red and black ants, advance<br>When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid<br>Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain`t tryin to kick it<br>To much to finish, a menace, without enought time<br>My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind<br>Cause if it jokes, nigga know<br>The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat<br>I promote self-defense not dollars and sense<br>Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence<br>Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate<br>But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate<br>I think not, got bee-bops<br>I bring it to your house like pizza<br><br>"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for<br>survival"<br><br>"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.<br>They no longer. Once they no longer care they`re extremely dangerous."<br><br>Verse Two:<br><br>Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean<br>When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines<br>Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight<br>Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate<br>Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in<br>Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen<br>Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans<br>I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman<br>Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick<br>Callin me a hater cause I don`t ride dicks<br>Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips<br>Love the sound of clips when I know my shit<br>Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face<br>That catch you at the right time in the wrong place<br>We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice<br>Take away your life like three strikes<br><br>Yeah, come on, Chamber Music<br><br>Verse Three:<br><br>So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny <br>How motherfuckers think I`m supposed to Cher/share like Sonny<br>Clarify, you don`t work you don`t eat, I repeat<br>You don`t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique<br>Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week<br>The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean<br>And the wrong things manifested in flesh<br>Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class<br>Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash<br>Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks<br>And dick you like a Hebron fix<br>Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters<br>Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald<br>The assassin, brother who came blastin<br>Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion<br>Xzibit keep mashing through<br>Got any lost words? I got two<br>Drive up, on you like that!<br><br>Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It`s Xzibit.<br><br>Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don`<br>Move Don`t Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *