Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iron God Chamber, artist - Masta Killa.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Iron God Chamber |
Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand |
Time to shut 'em down, I’m coming out the badland |
Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan |
The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword |
Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord |
You think we falling off, the beef’s internal |
All that bullshit we going through, it don’t concern you |
I’ll thermonuclear burn you, you’se a human sacrifice |
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ |
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices |
Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force |
Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon |
As you blink, your coins is tossed |
It only takes four bars to get my point accross |
And I’m cold as winter frost, on top of the mountains |
Elijah, was the prophet, along came Malcolm |
And I’m scalping niggas, taking devil’s heads |
Money generated, niggas taking heavy bread |
I was born in a barrel of razor blades |
Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid |
Of the devil, as a boy, but now as a grown man |
I realized, he is just a toy |
A grafted image, of the magnificent splendid |
Dominant, prominent, Islamic |
I was here before the dinosaurs, shine and defining law |
Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more |
Elements and chemicals, phosphates and minerals |
Kept devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General |
Appear in a king attire, slept in a ring of fire |
I, got a bigger beat than Billy Squier |
Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon |
Transform on niggas like the werewolf from London |
Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back |
Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps |
Parental advisory, no M.C. |
is wisin' me |
Me and the mic, like, ebony and ivory |
We go together, like, cheese and cheddar, like |
Jeans and sweater, like, Mo' and better, like |
Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow |
Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol |
V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery |
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory |
So please stop the bickery, you can’t get rid of me |
Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity |
Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass |
Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro |
For these ho niggas, slow niggas, told niggas |
Fucking with the coal miner’s daughter, she a gold digger |
Killa, I’m back iller, been realer, chinchilla |
Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope |
Uncut coke, cut throat, niggas had enough dough |
What up, though? |
My nigga, I don’t trust no bitches |
That’s real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch is still lit |
Forensics is still tryna figure how I killed it |
Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang |
Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang |
Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably |
Walk into the corner store on Targhee |
Smokin' Bob Marley’s, I’m hardly, a nigga to be fucked with |
And you tryna 'catch up, but you barely cut the mustard, aight then |
Just another spine chiller, U-G, RZA |
M-A-S-T, A-K-Illa, M-E-T-H, O-D gorilla, straight from the Killa |
Brownsvillah, do or die Bed-Stuy |
Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist |
Land of the Iron Gods, swords can’t live |
Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block |
From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life |
Living right cost, legendary crime boss |
Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique |
Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal |
Track it on the Pro Tools file, smooth as blue nile |
Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow |
Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show |
Snoop never love a ho, bang it on in your vehicle slow |
You don’t know how the God be flipping the style |
And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable |
Truth All Natural, the Gods is actual |
It’s a fact, I was destined, to grab the mic and bless them |