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French Affair - Hidden Chamber lyrics
[Timbo King]
 I be sendin in the highest in reportin this rap shit
 Acknowledge my cherisma and the way I format shit
 Drop jewels, my science is beyond Einstein's theory
 E equals MC squared, I make rappers leery
 My brain weighs seven and one half a power
 Mic's get melted down, verbal warfare, I'm louder
 Mad millitant, I'm known as a secret agent
 Royal frontier, I'm swingin like a cavalier
 Authority, Black Knights soldiers are guardin me
 Royal Fam live performance, hell on the Cornaky
 Lyrical chess, pawn take, squeeze, nigga, I'm faster
 Tornaments get deleted by the grand master
 Precise, nice with mic's when I manifest
 Somethin gots to give in this biz for the nine stress
 Finesse, styles be flowin like movie credits
 You know the rules, Royal Fam always fuckin said it
 Deadly blows, my foes get marinated
 Knowledge is infinite, my mind stays saturated
 I hang with pharoahs with crossbows and arrows
 Knights with shields that ride horse with saddles
 Real philosophy revealin ill prophecies
 My ways and actions shows and proves true equality
 We conquer continents, hemispheres and land masses
 All you ever get is stage passes
 So, you wanna be an entertainer, vocal arrangerFrench Affair - Hidden Chamber - http://motolyrics.com/french-affair/hidden-chamber-lyrics.html
 Step inside the battle zone, prepare for danger
 It's us against a thousand men, who's the remainder
 Royal Fam, Wu-Tang Clan, the hidden chamber
 While, you be eatin pork my thoughts be travellin through galaxies
 Excalibur professional, throwin gradually
 Battle thee, huh, huh, what, who goes there
 Braveheart executioners dressed in war gear
 We never fear, funds enhance when I inhale
 Sentences make sense, lyrics given detail
 Face in the malt, orotorical assault
 Entorage attack your religious court vault
 Infection starts, inject hearts with poison darts
 It's the Ming Dynasty, master of Royal arts
 Hidden chambers, my third eye's preparin for the third world
 Put your fist up, I'm makin moves with my bishop
 So, sieze them, into the stress, I seek quarters
 Commence the revoulution on the mic, these are the orders
 Medina lords, grills and swords be the symbols
 The underground passage way leads into the temple
 So, send a message, request a general for duties
 A thief near the castle with the emeralds and rubies
 Round up the soldiers, protect the main gate section
 A fleet of Royal men throwin spears in all directions
 Release the cannons, let off, set off the firearms
 Evacuate the premises, explode em with the bombs!








