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Chamber
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Chamber was released on May 20, 2019 by Wave Theory/Claymore Industries as a part of the album Mass Effects
May 20, 2019
LabelWave Theory/Claymore Industries
LanguageEnglish
BPM86
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

(intro: Claymore)
What, w-what, w-what, what, ****
W-w-w-w-what-w-what, uh (x2)
(verse 1: Claymore)
Yo, my life be like a tale (tail), Moby-Dick and the White Whale
You can call me Ishmael, feel the wind up in my sail
They said I need balance, I’m gripping a tight rail
But shit, a single hiccup, you slip, and you might fail//
I take my hat off to you, ‘cause you brimming with confidence
You look up in the mirror, bet you picture incompetence
Vision is in Oculus, a Rift in your consciousness
I make the earth move, just like a shift in the continents//
Don’t understand ya angle, man, you too obtuse
Man, I done seen this shit before (be 4), just like 2 x 2
Best believe I got the sauce for the stew I brew
A Rich Boy that’s “Throwing D”, just like 2 Live Crew//
Bitch, I pick up dimes, and y’all be dropping ‘em, preposterous
And you plus ya whole clique combined, y’all ain’t stoppin’ him
Keep ya icy chains and watches, ‘cause I ain’t rockin’ ‘em
They say I got the Eye of the Tiger, keep watchin’ him//
(hook: Claymore)
Shit, it seem like the love ain’t reciprocated
When a **** poor (pour), you can’t reign (rain), precipitation
Working like a slave, though, just to change your situation
Shaking off the chains, the Chamber of Elimination//
(verse 2: Claymore [ad-libs: Claymore])
Yo, I feel a buzz as if I’m sipping a Guinness
Man, I had a rough start, but shit, I’m in it to win it
Causing trouble to you bitches, just like Dennis the Menace
Check my vocals, they as sharp as what the tip of my pen is//
Check my temperament, bitch, ‘cause I don’t listen to shit
I think, my saliva toxic, ‘cause I’m ill wit’ da spit
Put some light up in ya life, be like you hitting a switch
Go bananas, ape shit, I’m a Gorilla in Mist//
Beanie Sigel on a Freeway, use my State as a Prop
I’ma Dash witta Dame, but I’ma stay wit’ da rock (Roc)
These Young Gunz, they gon’ Spark, on the run from the narcs
‘Cause I “Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop” pumping that raw//
All these **** out here suffering scars, because I’m rough wit’ da bars
You hit the deck, be like you shuffling cards
That’s why I wrote this rhyme in hiding on the run from the law
But **** caught me, shined the light into the front of my car [licence and registration]//
Rhyme so ostentatious, prolly turn doctors to patience
And plus I got no patience, Ahk, I be like Occam wit’ Razors
All these ad-hoc arguments and postulations
Man, just keep this shit simple, want no complications//
Spread this shit like peanut butter ‘cause you know this is your jam
But please don’t be jelly, just put it in your belly
No, this ain’t the sandwich (sand which) you order at a deli
I told you life’s a beach, and she looking mighty healthy//
A crude metaphor, but shit, I met her before
She was stacked just like a dresser with a chest in her drawers
I keep it quiet like a mouse when I’m messing about
But when that bitch need some clout, just pull her breastesses out//
And if that shit doesn’t work, she do the rest with her mouth
Like an oral presentation in which pleasure abounds
Using sex as a weapon, staying wet in a drought
And when no water in that well, then she stretching you out//
(outro: Claymore)
And thus, my cypher be complete, and Mike done Mass-tered the beat
And my life be like your wifey in my passenger seat
I’ma hit her wit’ that meat, clap the ass till I skeet
And she collapsing on the sheets, seed splattered on cheeks//
Written by: Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran
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