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] 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!