RNS - Chamber Danger lyrics

Intro: (whispering) take 'em shake 'em brake 'em (x8) 1,1,1,2, how we do it real son. Word up. Yo yo yo yo so now enter the next Chamber yo yo check it Rubbabandz: Yo yo when I approach the battlefields Grab your neck and protect and never neglect the blood spill I'm bein' all I can be like the army Correct I'm droppin' more loads then dirty laundry ALL FOUR embarra**ing you like a cold sore I'm lockin' n***as down like the law The eight ball must take a fall Why it's like that? The white ball takes out the black I'm deeper then the pain being felt through abortion Got to pay the cost and now this is extortion Comin' out your pockets like s**m cause I'm forcin' Your sweatin' I bring fear like Armaggedon Down Low Recka: It's show time y'all can put that sh** to rest Watch Down Low wreck it in one verse or less Give me room who the f** is that strippin' in the back frontin' Like he a mack stuntin' With no stats but you lack thee intelligence to be a master I season never teasin' for self pleasin' I'll take 'em get into their brain cells and rape 'em Shake 'em out of all reality and brake 'em Hook: Think you had enough of this roughness Well get the f** out my chamber n***a (take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) till he had enough (take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) enough of that real stuff (take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) give it to 'em raw In my chamber danger Rubbabandz: It took some time and a lot of thought to get my head together It's like runnin' for your guns you might as well run forever Dependin' on steal dick n***a you ain't sh** Cause gladiators don't need guns to cause crucial conflicts We hit like mack trucks what the f** was you thinkin' I got stuck now I walk the streets without blinkin' Cause I know the spotlight invites greedy and grimey individuals in my Cipher Forcing me to get hyper run up the steps plot on top of the roof and play Mister sniper (I see you n***a) 1-81 side chamber danger One in the head I take your life outta anger Intentionally get away with the crime and make it an unsolved mystery Down Low Recka: That's how the sh**'s suppose to be Stop it's Down Lows turn to rock Give me the mic plus gas to lock shows in blocks I got the ladder And if I ever fall from the top I'm a splatter Then heat my way back to hot It's a natural fact when it's wack I conteract Down Low (flip the sound) RNS (flip the track) And take 'em back you motherf**in' right it's like that I'm strapped with double edge swords and a mac For ya area b**hes got me runnin' from the cat All I want is my M-O-N-E-Y dime sack It's on GP connects like full War RNS tracks lay law And got this sh** here locked we on top the forgotten rot Shoalin Zoo dirty rotten spot make it hot by lickin' shot Then pursue a homicide this is stop 'em from committing suuuuicide Hook