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Taken from the album 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz by Xzibit
Album:40 Dayz & 40 Nightz
Track:Chamber Music
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants,
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth
legs, I ain't tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind
only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote
self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over
the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I
refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to
your house like pizza

"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight

"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age
They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird
case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash
the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run
with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don't ride
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I
know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the
right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away
your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music


So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think
I'm supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat
don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in
a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things
manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a
roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you
like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head,
Move Don't Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade
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