Chamber Music

[Produced by Sir Jinx & Xzibit] [Verse 1] The official representative, LAC This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants Never get along like red and black ants, advance When you're staring at this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga without legs, I ain't trying to kick it Too much to finish, a menace, without enough time My mind only give punchline, you probably thinking of the wrong kind Cause if it jokes, nigga know 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 hoping 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 Pink Dot [Interlude] "Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for Survival" "We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous." [Verse 2] Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines Hit and decapitate the bird case, featherweight Critical thinking, while you add water to 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 Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick Calling me a hater cause I don't ride dicks Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I load 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 [Verse 3] So now Xzibit got a little money, I think it's funny How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to share like Sonny Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat You 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 End of all 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, bumping the Liks Addicting like a Heron fix Bear-arm from here to a hundred-twenty meters Get black-balled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald The assassin, brother who came blastin' Take it without askin', rappers is all fashion Xzibit keep mashing through Got any lost words? I got two Try "fuck" and "you", like that