(feat. Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F.)    [Islord]  Aiyo I want all y'all niggaz out there in this rap shit  Claimin' y'all rappers  Y'all niggaz ain't no fuckin' MC's  KnowwhatI'msayin', son?  Cuz once you step into the chamber  Cuz we dealin' with the 7th Chamber..    Aiyo  Witness this homocide lyrical specialist  Once I slide on the set like Mt. Everest  Avalanches, causin' total mayhem  In this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapper  Who has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?  Dart for dart, that's the wrong move  Like one cat with a red shirt, stumblin' in a problem  Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of 'em  Lugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points  Cuz I'm on some, fuck all y'all R&B artist-es  Thinkin' y'all MC's, y'all best to Run 4 Cover  And throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya head  Enough said..    [Infrared]  I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hear  Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beers  Twist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo'  Cock it back, put one in the head, these niggaz don't know?  Then let 'em know how we comin'  Deep, we keep shook niggaz runnin'  You cowards is afraid of my power, ain't holdin' nuttin'  Lemme show you somethin', 'bout this rap shit  First of all if you ain't spittin' acid, you goin' backwards  These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless  Marvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin' wood  Killarm', T.M.F. connect with Ruthless  Challenge new generation, nigga, we the best  We out for this cheddar cheese  You better freeze if we enemies  If ya life's on the line you better squeeze  Yo I'm tellin' these wannabeez, about the ho's  Come out ya shoes, we ain't got nuttin' to lose    [Trife]  Aiyo I floss like a red Porsche beamin' in the sunset  You made a dumb bet fuckin' with these young vets  Who bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartest  Five artists, you can't do nuttin' to part us  Niggaz is garbage that either get bagged up  Cuz their style's ragged up lookin' like sad pups  You'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut  'Til you had enough cuz fuckin' with us is bad luck  The temptation of pussy be hard to pass up  So before I slide in I test the cat and strap up  Is there a question? You gotta ask us  Don't be afraid, but on my behalf you're gettin' played  And where you was at, you shoulda stayed  Now you search for aid, no one to save you  And all your so-called men betrayed you  They wantin' to talk and work deals under the table  Passin' 'em CREAM, gold watches and large cables  They snaked you, like the serpent  Turn the lights off and close the curtain  Sellin' their soul to a merchant  I got niggaz, scared to, meet me in person  Searchin', like the Internet, I got 'em surfin'    [Chorus: Tommy Whispers]  Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill  Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz  In Shaolin we keep it real  Shit is gettin' deep, reach for steel  We goin' all out, do what you feel    [Truck]  I stick and move, move and stick with niggaz  If it's real I click with niggaz  Layin' all the fifth with niggaz, sick of niggaz  Simple lickin' and squeeze faster than with triggas  Double dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickers  Petty pocket pickers rockin' niggaz  Quick to throw a rock at the bitches  Tryin' to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches  Still gettin' dough, still gettin' hated on the low  Still doin' sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro  Drive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hail  Catch me on these cold streets stabbin' for bail  Niggaz is lackin' the real so I brought the hostility  Better off killin' me then sendin' me back 'fore I fail    [9th Prince]  Aiyo thugs and rubber clips with hollow joints  Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points  Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe  Bein' swung by a serial killer maniac  Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats  They enjoyin' hearin' my album  Black dust will get you blast  Then throw on a skimask and rob street's asylum  9th Prince, y'all niggaz can't solve him  These 9 Fingers of Death'll be the answer to your problems  My roof is like an infrared, I'm hostile  No Smiles, dogs cry when they're on trial  Rhymes travel 23 million square miles  Mad razor blades, throwin' switchblades that'll cut you a fade  Lyrical maze, MC's lost for days  Within the 9th Chamber, another Wu banga  For all my Killah Hill side stranglaz    [Chorus x2]    [Outro: Tommy Whispers]  Tommy Whispers, nigga  Bastards! Word is bond, come on!  Revenge of the 9 Fingers  The Chamber continues  Word up  Everything is Everything  Garvey the Kid  This Shaolin shit is forever!  Forever..