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Y-Kim - Hidden Chamber lyrics

[Timbo King]
I be Sir Royal, the highest emperor in this rap sh**
Acknowledge my charisma and the way I format sh**
Drop j**els, my science is beyond Einstein's theory
E equals MC squared, I make rappers leery
My brain weighs seven and one half a power
Mics get melted down, verbal warfare, I'm louder
Mad militant, I'm known as a secret agent
Royal frontier, I'm swinging like a cavalier
Authority, Black Knights soldiers are guarding me
Royal Fam live performance, hell at the Carnegie
Lyrical chess, pawn takes queen, I'm faster
Tournaments get deleted by the grand master
Precise, nice with Mics when I manifest
Something gots to give in this biz for the nine stress
Finesse, styles be flowing like movie credits
You know the rules, Royal Fam always f**ing said it
Deadly blows, my foes get marinated
Knowledge is infinite, my mind stays saturated
I hang with Pharaohs with crossbows and arrows
Knights with shields that ride horses with saddles
Real philosophy revealing ill prophecies
My ways and actions shows and proves true equality
We conquer continents, hemispheres and land ma**es
All you ever get is stage pa**es

[Chorus: Timbo King]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/y-kim/-/hidden-chamber.html]
So, you wanna be an entertainer? Vocal arranger?
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

[Timbo King]
While, you be eating pork my thoughts be travelling through galaxies
Excalibur professional, flowing gradually
Battle thee, huh? Huh? What? Who goes there?
Braveheart executioners dressed in war gear
We never fear, lungs expand when I inhale
Sentences make sense, lyrics giving detail
Face in the malt, oratorical a**ault
Entourage 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 preparing for the third world
Put your fist up, I'm making moves with my bishop
So, seize them, into the stress, I seek quarters
Commence the revolution on the mic, these are the orders
Medina lords, grills and swords be the symbols
The underground pa**age 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 throwing spears in all directions
Release the cannons, let off, set off the firearms
Evacuate the premises, explode em with the bombs!

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