5th Chamber (Feat 12:00, Bronze Nazareth & Prodigal Sunn)
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๐ ID: 12000552
๐ Lyrics
Yeah, another one, the mad butcher
12 O'Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah
Sunny shazam, spark any part of ya jam
I am that I am, cannons like 'Semite Sam
That'll break ya ass up, like the hits on my ram
Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam
No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies
Ready and live, for them spies, tryna see my demise
Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top
Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
Ain't no stopping what I'm willing, drilling
Do it for the love of the children, double some millions
The industry, a couple of billions
For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze
Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme
Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm
Known to bare arms, moving some harm, off that burning bush
Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush
Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping
I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
My hands in my pocket, dead preses' by the bunches
My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin
I'm on the highway, Flex Master when he funkin' it
Mmm I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks
Do more crimes than son in Brook
I'm on the corner, arm break when it put
We looking harder than coke when it's cooked
Got niggas scared to look
Know the fo'fo' leave a hole, as wide as a book
I'm from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook
Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
Mush the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check with the rook
Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook
Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where our arrows soar
Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
Vagabond, with haggler arms, strangle with a herring bone
Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
To the upmost, respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose
Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes
They use my cheddar for better homes
Buyin' this, ridin' this, cherry picture, rusty blades
That's my sound, it run the crowd jewels by the pound
Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
Keep northern lights lit, from bush trim close
Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO's for the foes
Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
Got plenty rope, third eye, sigh for any scope
As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
By the hand written part of my soul
While the life line pardon the notes
The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun choke
Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap
This the way I get paid, unless you box and crack
I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
Cuz they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear
Yellow bus niggas can't read or write too good
But they sell white's white, and they nights were good
Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa
Then spar ten rattles in your friend car
Sean the Boss, I'm the best in the world
Youse a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl
Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
With they finger 'round the collar, holla "wash ya neck"
Listen, Dikembe Mutombo, feliz navidad
You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad
Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this
Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P
12 O'Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah
Sunny shazam, spark any part of ya jam
I am that I am, cannons like 'Semite Sam
That'll break ya ass up, like the hits on my ram
Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam
No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies
Ready and live, for them spies, tryna see my demise
Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top
Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
Ain't no stopping what I'm willing, drilling
Do it for the love of the children, double some millions
The industry, a couple of billions
For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze
Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme
Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm
Known to bare arms, moving some harm, off that burning bush
Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush
Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping
I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
My hands in my pocket, dead preses' by the bunches
My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin
I'm on the highway, Flex Master when he funkin' it
Mmm I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks
Do more crimes than son in Brook
I'm on the corner, arm break when it put
We looking harder than coke when it's cooked
Got niggas scared to look
Know the fo'fo' leave a hole, as wide as a book
I'm from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook
Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
Mush the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check with the rook
Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook
Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where our arrows soar
Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
Vagabond, with haggler arms, strangle with a herring bone
Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
To the upmost, respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose
Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes
They use my cheddar for better homes
Buyin' this, ridin' this, cherry picture, rusty blades
That's my sound, it run the crowd jewels by the pound
Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
Keep northern lights lit, from bush trim close
Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO's for the foes
Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
Got plenty rope, third eye, sigh for any scope
As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
By the hand written part of my soul
While the life line pardon the notes
The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun choke
Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap
This the way I get paid, unless you box and crack
I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
Cuz they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear
Yellow bus niggas can't read or write too good
But they sell white's white, and they nights were good
Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa
Then spar ten rattles in your friend car
Sean the Boss, I'm the best in the world
Youse a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl
Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
With they finger 'round the collar, holla "wash ya neck"
Listen, Dikembe Mutombo, feliz navidad
You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad
Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this
Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.46] Yeah, another one, the mad butcher
[00:07.70] 12 O'Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
[00:13.19] Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
[00:16.06] My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah
[00:18.19] Sunny shazam, spark any part of ya jam
[00:21.07] I am that I am, cannons like 'Semite Sam
[00:24.02] That'll break ya ass up, like the hits on my ram
[00:26.62] Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam
[00:29.57] No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies
[00:32.66] Ready and live, for them spies, tryna see my demise
[00:35.44] Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top
[00:38.36] Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
[00:41.11] Ain't no stopping what I'm willing, drilling
[00:42.96] Do it for the love of the children, double some millions
[00:45.78] The industry, a couple of billions
[00:47.56] For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
[00:49.85] Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze
[00:52.73] Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme
[00:55.54] Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm
[00:58.30] Known to bare arms, moving some harm, off that burning bush
[01:01.88] Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush
[01:04.44] Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
[01:07.09] I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping
[01:09.43] I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
[01:12.29] My hands in my pocket, dead preses' by the bunches
[01:15.11] My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin
[01:18.06] I'm on the highway, Flex Master when he funkin' it
[01:21.05] Mmm I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks
[01:24.96] Do more crimes than son in Brook
[01:27.02] I'm on the corner, arm break when it put
[01:29.15] We looking harder than coke when it's cooked
[01:31.23] Got niggas scared to look
[01:32.72] Know the fo'fo' leave a hole, as wide as a book
[01:35.74] I'm from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook
[01:38.50] Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
[01:41.40] Mush the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
[01:44.31] Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
[01:47.12] Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check with the rook
[01:50.03] Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook
[01:52.89] Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where our arrows soar
[01:56.48] Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
[01:58.87] Vagabond, with haggler arms, strangle with a herring bone
[02:01.75] Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
[02:04.20] To the upmost, respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose
[02:07.73] Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes
[02:11.34] They use my cheddar for better homes
[02:13.17] Buyin' this, ridin' this, cherry picture, rusty blades
[02:16.09] That's my sound, it run the crowd jewels by the pound
[02:19.19] Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
[02:21.50] Keep northern lights lit, from bush trim close
[02:24.59] Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO's for the foes
[02:27.96] Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
[02:30.14] Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
[02:32.99] Got plenty rope, third eye, sigh for any scope
[02:36.29] As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
[02:38.73] By the hand written part of my soul
[02:40.81] While the life line pardon the notes
[02:43.27] The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun choke
[02:46.99] Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap
[02:50.67] This the way I get paid, unless you box and crack
[02:52.99] I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
[02:55.94] Cuz they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear
[02:58.80] Yellow bus niggas can't read or write too good
[03:01.61] But they sell white's white, and they nights were good
[03:04.59] Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa
[03:08.11] Then spar ten rattles in your friend car
[03:10.92] Sean the Boss, I'm the best in the world
[03:13.20] Youse a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl
[03:16.03] Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
[03:18.95] With they finger 'round the collar, holla "wash ya neck"
[03:21.70] Listen, Dikembe Mutombo, feliz navidad
[03:24.62] You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad
[03:27.42] Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this
[03:30.65] Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P
[03:33.42]
[00:07.70] 12 O'Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
[00:13.19] Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
[00:16.06] My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah
[00:18.19] Sunny shazam, spark any part of ya jam
[00:21.07] I am that I am, cannons like 'Semite Sam
[00:24.02] That'll break ya ass up, like the hits on my ram
[00:26.62] Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam
[00:29.57] No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies
[00:32.66] Ready and live, for them spies, tryna see my demise
[00:35.44] Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top
[00:38.36] Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
[00:41.11] Ain't no stopping what I'm willing, drilling
[00:42.96] Do it for the love of the children, double some millions
[00:45.78] The industry, a couple of billions
[00:47.56] For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
[00:49.85] Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze
[00:52.73] Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme
[00:55.54] Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm
[00:58.30] Known to bare arms, moving some harm, off that burning bush
[01:01.88] Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush
[01:04.44] Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
[01:07.09] I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping
[01:09.43] I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
[01:12.29] My hands in my pocket, dead preses' by the bunches
[01:15.11] My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin
[01:18.06] I'm on the highway, Flex Master when he funkin' it
[01:21.05] Mmm I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks
[01:24.96] Do more crimes than son in Brook
[01:27.02] I'm on the corner, arm break when it put
[01:29.15] We looking harder than coke when it's cooked
[01:31.23] Got niggas scared to look
[01:32.72] Know the fo'fo' leave a hole, as wide as a book
[01:35.74] I'm from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook
[01:38.50] Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
[01:41.40] Mush the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
[01:44.31] Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
[01:47.12] Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check with the rook
[01:50.03] Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook
[01:52.89] Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where our arrows soar
[01:56.48] Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
[01:58.87] Vagabond, with haggler arms, strangle with a herring bone
[02:01.75] Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
[02:04.20] To the upmost, respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose
[02:07.73] Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes
[02:11.34] They use my cheddar for better homes
[02:13.17] Buyin' this, ridin' this, cherry picture, rusty blades
[02:16.09] That's my sound, it run the crowd jewels by the pound
[02:19.19] Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
[02:21.50] Keep northern lights lit, from bush trim close
[02:24.59] Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO's for the foes
[02:27.96] Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
[02:30.14] Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
[02:32.99] Got plenty rope, third eye, sigh for any scope
[02:36.29] As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
[02:38.73] By the hand written part of my soul
[02:40.81] While the life line pardon the notes
[02:43.27] The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun choke
[02:46.99] Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap
[02:50.67] This the way I get paid, unless you box and crack
[02:52.99] I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
[02:55.94] Cuz they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear
[02:58.80] Yellow bus niggas can't read or write too good
[03:01.61] But they sell white's white, and they nights were good
[03:04.59] Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa
[03:08.11] Then spar ten rattles in your friend car
[03:10.92] Sean the Boss, I'm the best in the world
[03:13.20] Youse a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl
[03:16.03] Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
[03:18.95] With they finger 'round the collar, holla "wash ya neck"
[03:21.70] Listen, Dikembe Mutombo, feliz navidad
[03:24.62] You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad
[03:27.42] Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this
[03:30.65] Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P
[03:33.42]