Chamber Music Lyrics - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - Xzibit

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 

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 

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 last words? I got two 

Try "fuck" and "you", like that