16th chamber (odb special)

16th chamber

temple number five

somebody said it's on

if it is then i'll be set

to blow a nigga up

with my five fingers of death

i bring it to his whole damn fam

understand

if he frontin

on any man down with the clan

i be comin

for that headpiece you can't cope

for my brother

i even kill a pope

word to mother

serial

killa

style from the isle of stat

my peoples are you with me where you at?

shit's gettin deep in here

i mean like thick

niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick

it's about to hit the fan

hit the flo'

that's all i can stands

and i can't stands no mo'

what is it? niggaz think they bigga

because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit

they don't know i'm wicked

when i start to kick it

with the raw sound

wash it down with a mystic

better yet a snapple

nigga want the juice

but he don't want the hassle

thought they trying to overthrow the castle

better yet the temple

i'm comin to your town

black down

the rental

car

the pistol

yah! if you don't want a burn from glock

then beware

i buck shots

meaning what

the buck stops

here

no more dough will be made

unless it's being made by who. the 1-6-ooh

]

chamber four chamber four

temple number nine

temple number nine

i'm the original g-o-d

making young ladies scream is my specialty

when i go ooh-wah

ooh-wah

ooh-wah

girls wanna get hype

from the funky fresh music that was stereotyped

when i kill

that ol' mad rugged flow

not sayin ason

is like a duck of disco

or a disco duck

i'm strictly hip hop

yo

ason

what's up? i can't stop. wu-tanging

flipping the script and

you could test my skills

but niggaz must be trippin

coked up from sniffin

you're the one who's riffin

i'm not opie

save that old shit for andy griffith

you start to flip

now ya slip

cuz you're slippin

while you sleep i be the god on point

like scottie pippen

as i

jump on stage

cold flip a rip a show

strip or rip a hoe

ready like bo

jackson while i'm still taxin

i'm maxin

relaxin

sittin backs and

laying tracks and

again and again when i rock this jam

i wanna see 'em up in the air

throw up your hand

introducin

the one-man band

a child that's wild

now with the style

couldn't stand

niggaz wanna jump

then stepped

to the center

of the rhyme inventor

mc tormentor

you get jacked and slapped

across the mc map

i laugh at ya ass

on a horse shack

come on through i black and blue your whole crew

then i get rudie with the hong kong phooey

the ol' dirty bastard

mc killer

money maker

brooklyn

shaolin style

that i lay down like tile

gotta hit you up

one blaow

so you better come down.