4th Chamber Songtext / Lyric

Intro: (LP version only)


Choose the sword, and you will join me

Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death

You don't understand my words, but you must choose

*baby gurgling*

So... come boy, choose life or death


Verse One: Ghostface Killah


The only man I hold wake for

Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's

My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex

Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex

Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons

Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon

Cuz I be duckin crazy spades

The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?

Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up

You're out of luck like two dogs stuck

Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable

Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago

spine-tingle, mind boggles

Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough

Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so

I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth

Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don


Verse Two: Killah Priest


I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me

Loungin, between two pillars of ivory

I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece

my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak

I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm

My eye's the vision, memory is the film

Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds

They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd

No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit

Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip

And throw all types of fits

I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips


Verse Three: The RZA


Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin

No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children

A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence

Because you had secret evidence, and documents

On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent

dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew

The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu

Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu

Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus

You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris

Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes

of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim

like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil

Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral

use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow

Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen

Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions


Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)


The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet

Money feed good, opposites off the set

It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree

I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed

I'm on some tax free shit by any means

Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM

I learned much from such with cons who run scams

Veterans got the game spiced like hams

And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn

Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn

Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength

that made me truncate the limp on temp

with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps

RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps

Scarred tryin to figure who invented

this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted

Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues

Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse