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buddha monk - chambermusik anthem lyrics

[intro: buddha monk]
ahh… what a drink (i wanna be loved by you)
chambermusik (let me get your undivided attention m-th-f-cka)
mowie kei (this is chamber… musik, m-u-s-i-k)
g-clef, cno evil (exclusive, i don’t give a f-ck about ya’ll seeds)
sho, touch (i’m tired of all ya’ll acting like, we ain’t the n-gg-s)
b. yakin (f-ck ya’ll n-gg-s) buddha monk
straight up and down, this the only radio station you gon’ get the hottest sh-t
underground and everything, yo, rod, let me tell ya’ll n-gg-s why

[hook x2: buddha monk]
ya’ll n-gg-s out there, you really don’t want it
ya’ll n-gg-s out there, you really don’t want it
ya’ll n-gg-s out there, you really don’t want it
ya’ll n-gg-s out there, you really don’t want it

[chorus x2: buddha monk]
aiyo, we beat ya’ll n-gg-s up, by smackin’ ya n-gg-s around
lay ya’ll n-gg-s out, by gattin’ ya n-gg-s down
if chambermusik can’t bang, ya’ll n-gg-s can’t bang
so stand up, pay ums, we run this game

[buddha monk:]
this chamber that i bang for, run with no game lost
gats up, hoes down, lay a n-gg- down
this bk, 718, on your plate
so stand straight, you slumped over, welcome to h-ll’s gate
we pop any tops off, just to get rock soft
then head to the liquor store, henny and reach score
never hood and we war, hit b-tches for detour
monkalicious, fruit dishes, spread on yo -ss quick
brooklyn, put ya lighters up
thanks for ah, lighting the way for me to rock that -ss today
d-mn right, i get my shoes scuffed by doing g-monk stomp
who want it, want it, come get it, plenty to give
there’s nothing in this world that i won’t do
i put the gat to you, lay you and your crew
i’ll do anything, so get the record straight
play it again, chambermusik to the end, ahh

[chorus x2]

[babyface fensta:]
i got chambermusik, when i spit, show and prove it
been using that phrase, since the beat street craze
from brooklyn, good looking, eye candy for the ladies
new name for ya goon squad, the haiti’s
originator, style greater, no equator
the father, enter my chamber, it’s danger
caution, gave you fare warning, beware
of mc’s cloning, anyway, my hood stay hot
the cops be posted on the block
under they noses, i slung rocks
the grind don’t stop, it only slow up a bit
i keep the haters sick, so many n-gg-s on my d-ck
i think they funny, haha, po-po had me on the runny
buy my alb-m please, i need the money
my ears be all over the place, lotta dudes talk behind ya back
i tell it to your face

[interlude: babyface fensta]
yeah… chambermusik exclusive
ya’ll n-gg-s ain’t ready
we gon’ change ya’ll brains to spaghetti
straight up, i’m coming from the nine ounce
where we make you bounce, with weight or with the b-tt of a gun
ya’ll n-gg-s better run, straight up
it’s babyface fensta, buddha monk, t-boogz
and my n-gg- m-th-f-ckin’ dungeon masta
and we gon’ blast ya, ya’ll n-gg-s better run
hide, run for cover, word to mother
it’s chambermusik, we bout to do it
ya’ll better get used to it, straight up
layin’ you down

[chorus x2]

[dungeon masta:]
i could picture broken bodies staying in them fl-sty chains
n-body come forth to claim the remains
n-gg-s rather hustle, when it’s sunny outside, smoke when it rains
hit a bird on the hip for brains
don’t play lip ball, my spit break down walls
hollow tip make clowns fall
you wanna get at me, i’m a call away ya’ll
we could smoke trees together, try to scheme together
cross me, come around, won’t be together
f-cker, i’m starving, beyond fammen eat
and you right, n-gg-s do draw heat, hold up
hey, i’m an inch away from making n-gg-s who did wrong
pay, i know your pockets long, hey, them n-gg-s ain’t that strong
hate, where i’m from, n-gg-s survive off crumbs
it’s just a day in the life in the slums
when dealing with the fiends, the jake, in the slums
the grimey -ss n-gg-s got slugs for ya’ll m-th-f-cka, duh-deh-duh-duh

[outro: dungeon masta]
chambermusik is the sh-t, m-th-f-cka
word is bond, cop that sh-t, m-th-f-cka
don’t make me have to split ya wig, m-th-f-cka
i’m telling you, sh-t ain’t… yo, son
duke, that’s the m-th-f-ckin’ radio station right there, g
i mean come on, m-th-f-cka, open ya m-th-f-cking eyes, man
what the f-ck more can you see man, what the f-ck
this sh-t ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ game, you knowhatimean
chambermusik or die b-tch, word is bond
don’t make me come at ya’ll n-gg-s with the hatchet, son
i will f-cking scalp your b-tch -ss, son, for real, g
this ain’t no m-th-f-cking game, son
i will crucify ya f-cking -ss, son, for real, son

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