[Verse One:]
    The official representative, LAC
  This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
  Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
  Never get along like red and black ants, advance
  When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
  Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin to kick it
  To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
  My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
  Cause if it jokes, nigga know
  The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
  I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
  Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
  Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
  But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
  I think not, got bee-bops
  I bring it to your house like pizza
    "Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
  survival"
    "We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
  They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous."
    [Verse Two:]
    Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
  When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
  Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
  Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
  Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
  Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
  Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
  I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
  Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
  Callin me a hater cause I don't ride dicks
  Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
  Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
  Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
  That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
  We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
  Take away your life like three strikes
    Yeah, come on, Chamber Music
    [Verse Three:]
    So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
  How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
  Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat
  You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
  Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
  The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
  And the wrong things manifested in flesh
  Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
  Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
  Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
  And dick you like a Hebron fix
  Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
  Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
  The assassin, brother who came blastin
  Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
  Xzibit keep mashing through
  Got any lost words? I got two
  Drive up, on you like that!
    Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit.
    Get on the ground, get on the ground!
  Hands on the back of your head, Don'
  Move Don't Move!
  Get on the ground!
  [*beat to fade*]