Iron God Chamber

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
 Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand
 Time to shut 'em down, I'm coming out the badland
 Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan
 The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword
 Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord
 You think we falling off, the beef's internal
 All that bullshit we going through, it don't concern you
 I'll thermonuclear burn you, you's a human sacrifice
 'Cause I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ
 Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
 Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force
 Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon
 As you blink, your coins is tossed
 It only takes four bars to get my point across
 And I'm coldest with the frost, on top of the mountain
 Elijah, was the Prophet, along came Malcolm
 And I'm scalping niggaz, taking devil's heads
 Money generated niggaz, taking heavy bread
 I was born in a barrel of razor blades
 Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid
 Of the devil as a boy but now as a grown man
 I have realized, he is just a toy
 A graphic image, I'm that magnificent splendid
 Dominant, prominate, Islamic
 I was here before the dinosaurs, shine and defining law
 Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more
 Elements and chemicals, find space in minerals
 Trap devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General
 Appear in a gang attire, slept in a ring of fire
 I got a bigger beat than Billy Squire
 Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon
 Transform on niggaz like the rail whip from London
 Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back
 Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps
 Parental advisory, no M.C. is wisin' me
 Me and the mic like ebony and ivory
 We go together like cheese and cheddar, like
 Jeans and sweater like Mo' and better, like
 Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow
 Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol
 V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery
 Try'nna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
 So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
 Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity
 Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass
 Get mad, get smashed and get another zip bag of 'dro
 For these hoe niggaz, slow niggaz, told niggaz
 Fucking with the cold miner's daughter, she a gold digger
 Killa, I'm back iller, been realer, chinchilla
 Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope
 Uncut coke, cut throat, niggaz had enough dough
 What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches
 That's real shit, feel this, Vanilla Dutch, and steel lick
 Forensics is still try'nna figure how I killed it
 Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang
 Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang
 Your party, find me where the stars be or probably
 Walk into the corner store on Targhee
 Smokin' Bob Marley's, I'm hardly, a nigga to be fucked with
 And you try'nna 'ketchup', but you barely cut the mustard, aight then
 Just another spine chiller, U G, RZA
 M A S T A K Illa, M E T H O D gorilla, straight from the Killa
 Brownsvillah, do or die Bedstuy
 Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist
 Land of the Iron Gods, swords can't live
 Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block?
 From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life
 Living right cost, legendary crime boss
 Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique
 Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal
 Track it on the Pro Tools, foul, smooth as blue nile
 Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow
 Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show
 Snoop never love a hoe, bang it on in your vehicle slow
 You don't know how the God be flipping the style
 And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable
 Truth or natural, the Gods is actual
 It's a fact, I was destined to grab the mic and bless them

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Duration
03:50
Key
7
Tempo
97 BPM

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