Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iron God Chamber , by - Masta Killa. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iron God Chamber , by - Masta Killa. 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 |
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