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4th Chamber Lyrics - Singles - Genius

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 

So come boy, choose life or death 

 

Yeah, go to hell 

The only man a hoe wait for 

Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's 

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 rac-coons 

Corner sittin' wine niggaz sippin' Apple Boone 

This ain't no white cartoon 

'Cuz I be duckin' crazy spades 

The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs 

 

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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 

Iron Man be sippin' rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable 

Noriega, aimin' knives which stay windy in Chicago 

Spine-tingle, mind boggles 

Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough 

Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so 

I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth 

Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don 

 

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I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me 

Loungin', between two pillars of ivory 

I'm lively, my dome piece is like buildin' stones in Greece 

My poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak 

I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm 

My eye's the vision, memory is the film 

Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds 

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 fits 

I leave 'em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips 

 

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin' your buildin' 

No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children 

A hit was sent from the President to rage your residence 

Because you had secret evidence and documents 

On how they raped the continents and it's the prominent 

Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew 

The year two thousand and two, 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 

Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes 

Of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim 

Like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil 

Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral 

Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow 

Rollin' with the lands 

The tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen 

Protons electrons always cause explosions 

 

The banks of G, all cream downs a vet 

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 bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit cream 

I learned much from such with cons who run scams 

Veterans got the game spiced like hams 

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 limp on temp 

With the stump, treat his hips like air pumps 

RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps 

Scarred tryin' to figure who invented 

This unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted 

Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues 

'Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse 

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