Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4th Chamber, artist - GZA. Album song Halloween Assassin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.10.2020
Record label: FP
Song language: English
4th Chamber |
| Choose the sword, and you will join me |
| Choose the ball, and you join your mother… in death |
| You don’t understand my words, but you must choose |
| (Baby gurgling) |
| So… come, boy, choose life or death |
| The only man a ho wait for |
| Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83 rocked Tale Lords |
| My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex |
| Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex |
| Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons |
| Corner-sittin' wine niggas sippin' Apple Boone |
| This ain’t no white cartoon |
| 'Cause I be duckin' crazy spades |
| The kid hold white shit like blacks rock ashy legs |
| Why is the sky blue? |
| Why is water wet? |
| Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? |
| Stand up, you’re out of luck like two dogs stuck |
| Ironman be sippin' rum out of Stanley Cups, unflammable |
| Noriega, aimin' nozzles, stay windy in Chicago |
| Spine-tingle, mind boggles |
| Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough |
| Gimme mine before Po wrap you up in so-and-so |
| I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th |
| Built with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don |
| I judge wisely as if nothin' ever surprise me |
| Loungin' between two pillars of ivory |
| I’m lively, my dome piece is like building stones in Greece |
| Our poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak |
| I’m overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm |
| My eye’s the visions, memory is the film |
| Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above cloud |
| They act wild and couldn’t budge a crowd |
| No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit |
| Clutch they fists and throw up signs like a Crip |
| And throw all types of fit |
| I leave 'em split like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips |
| Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scalin' your building |
| No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children |
| A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence |
| Because you had secret evidence and documents |
| On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent |
| Dominant Islamic, Asiatic, black Hebrew |
| The year 2002, the battle’s filled with the Wu |
| Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu |
| Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus |
| You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris |
| Unloyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes of hot oil |
| Up boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim like Olive Oyl |
| Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil |
| Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals |
| Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow |
| Rollin' with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144,000 chosen |
| Protons-Electrons-Always-Cause-Explosions |
| The bank’s a G, all CREAM downs a bet |
| Money feed good, opposites off the set |
| It ain’t hard to see my seeds need God-degree |
| I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed |
| I’m on some tax-free shit by any means |
| Whether bounty-hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM |
| I learned much from such swift cons who run scams |
| Veterans got the game spiced like ham |
| And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn |
| Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength |
| That made me truncate the length one-tenth |
| Woofers thump, tweeters hiss like air pumps |
| RZA shaved the track, niggas caught razor bumps |
| Scarred tryin' to figure who invented |
| This unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted |
| Now, watch me blow him out his shoes without clues |
| 'Cause I won’t hesitate to detonate, I’m short-fused |