9th Chamber Lyrics - Manifesto - Inspectah Deck

featuring La the Darkman Dom Pachino 

Killah Sin Street Life 

Yeah Ins yo La the Darkman 

Hit them with the deathblow 

Yo yo I'm known to spit poems 

Throw dice and hold tomes 

Show ice puff bones 

Hit beats like Larry Holmes 

Through the valley of kings 

You catch the killer bee sting 

Trying to pick up 

You're fucking with the archbishop 

Defy me is like starting rap world war 3 

You'd rather sell your key to NYPD 

My style is vicious 

I rap in a lab and break tensions 

My words wear jet black hoods looking suspicious 

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We are (Darkman) the trouble fire 

Ultra harmonizer/ track paralyzer 

? Are Tazeena? real/ blood spill 

On the synthisizer 

Bwa turn it up a peak 

Make the speaker tweek/ Iron Shiek/ camel clutch'll be 

Rapper take your seat 

In fact, punch a clock/ it's my time to rock 

Dr. No microscop 

Engineered this thought that I present on this 

Comprehend/ while I fill you in/ with a bar of tin 

And clear the path for the god sin 

Do them in kid 

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Yo I stay lurking 

Circling the premisis 

Start Killah Sin on the search for arch-nemesis 

Concoctin neuro-toxin out of synonym 

Send your physical in triple shock 

Crippled in the detox with no rememberance 

While I rocks the maximum shows with no minimum 

Capacity to pack the front row 

With flows naturally 

Killing them 

Swing on stage like jagged pendulums 

And blow like 30 schrapnel grenades with no pins in them 

Why I risk it/ Killah Hills district 

We flip shit/ egotistic 

I hold ground with twin biscuits 

Put it up I lay it down 

My street sound surround 

Shaolin bound/ Flash flood watch you might drown 

Headliner/ move through the city like a sidewinder 

Island drifter, black vagina finder 

Lounging by the sea shore/ switch like bloody raw 

And slap hardcore dick your main? width? bitch 

Toppsy of Bacardi Pina 

Low crawling through Medina 

Slumped in the seven seater/ dumpin heaters 

The bite MIC cause seizure 

Weak MC's take me to your leader 

We the true Source 

Moving off on a charted course 

My thoughts come across with a blinding force 

Killer bees plant seeds log on 

Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock on 

You are now in the 9th Chamber 

Where the walls of reality 

Closing fast on the world of make believe 

And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory 

Now bear witness to the realness 

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We live by the sword...