(Brownsville
The Brownsville section of Brooklyn, USA has been a tough neighborhood for as long as most New Yorkers can remember)
That one in the chamber
That one in the chamber
Cold game like cocaine, I'll freeze ya
I rode trains, the pros came, it's leisure
Was crazy poor, now I'm tryna get mad rich
With a good girl, you couldn't tell 'cause she a bad bitch (word)
That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
That one in the chamber
Record a track, brought it back, shame the vultures
Future bright, you should like how I came from hopeless
An ill place, milk crates, mangy sofas
All gloom, small room, no range of motion
I'm black when I rap, that's displayed devotion
My medicine's better than it's ever been; change your potion
Rhymes sprewed, get brewed through pain and motion
They sense the glory in my story, dames gropin'
Dove in vicious, road to riches, our lane is open
Dowsers try, no cloud in the sky, but our reign's approachin'
The style's wild current, can't tame the ocean
Magician this scripture, flame on paper, no pages smokin'
Feel this realness, I ain't on stage just boastin'
Hammers sashay, the last day, gauge I'm totin'
With me, minds get free, cages broken
Seasoned vet, you should accept the sage has spoken
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That one, that one, that one
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Before I ever cooked a fish, I was scale chef
I ground down a pound to the tail flesh
Strong back niggas bring it to your frail chest
My block course is life: pass, fail: death
The blind don't feel me like it's no braille left (word)
(That one in the chamber)
Now I give doses of this ferocious hypnosis
(That one in the chamber)
P90 protestant
Unlock box of shots stocked in the ottoman
Rob niggas, large figures with the polished tint
Point guard, starve hard, I was impoverished then (that one in the chamber)
Now I drop calm bombs, watch us lob it in
The metal artisan with the darker skin
Set the table, fix a plate, pour us a glass
Definite seconds before them years forced to fast
Livin' off rough streets scarred me
Now it's hard to be godly if I ain't eatin' hardy
Them hunger pangs had me in the street blowin'(blunging?) things
Lookin' more like paupers, not the son of kings
That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
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What up Kevo, nahmean?
Come make on the hard streets (where the scars meet)
It's what we used to do man, word to my mother, son
That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
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That's my nigga Roc Marc (Roc Marc)
Peace to Los
Peace to Scar
Peace to Jay
Peace to Ant
Peace to Mega
Peace to Mike, nahmsayin'?
Peace to Dee (welcome to the Bronx)
That one in the chamber (peace to Vaughn)
That one, that one, that one
That one in the chamber (peace to Nia)
Peace to Barraka, my nigga (nahmean?)
Peace to Kashonna
Peace to my momma (nahmean?)
That one in the chamber
What up G, I see you
Small Z, what up family?
Peace to Mimi, I know you see me
(Yeah)
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