[Verse One:]

The official representative, LAC

This is phrophecy 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 your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a ^!$$% withouth legs, I ain't tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time

My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, ^!$$% 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 hopin 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 pizza


"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival"


"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous."


[Verse Two:]


Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight

Critical thinking, while you at water that 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 ^!$$%s bout to get sick

Callin 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 know my %#@!

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


[Verse Three:]


So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How mother$#&@ers think I'm supposed to Cher/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

And the wrong things manifested in flesh
$#&@ the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash

Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters

Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The $$#assin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion

Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!


Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit.


Get on the ground, get on the ground!
Hands on the back of your head, Don'
Move Don't Move!

Get on the ground!
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