Chamber

(album: Grief Pedigree - 2012)

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 trynna get mad rich
With a good girl, you couldn't tell cause she's a bad bitch

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
A ill place, milk crates, mangy sofas
All gloom, small room, no range of motion
I 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 groping
Dove in vicious, road to riches, our lane is open
Dowsers try, no cloud in the sky, but our reign's approaching
The style's wild current, can't tame the ocean
Magician this scripture, flame on paper, no pages smoking
Feel this realness, I ain't on stage just boasting
Hammers sashay, the last day, gauge I'm toting
With me, minds get free, cages broken
Seasoned vet, you should accept the sage has spoken

That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
That one in the chamber
That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
That one in the chamber

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
(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 us a plate, pour us a glass
Definite seconds before them years force us to fast
Living off rough streets scarred me
Now it's hard to be godly if I ain't eating hardy
Them hunger pangs had me in the street blowing things
Looking more like paupers, not the son of kings

That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
That one in the chamber
That one in the chamber
That one, that one, that one
That one in the chamber