Artist: Cilvaringz Album: Have Sword, Will Travel Song: The Oldest Chamber Typed by: Knowledge God [Cilvaringz] All praise to the family up in the front Assimilate my knowledge in the temple of the monk You see the old slums, devoured tongues hung Nailed to the stone bricks build on civil war blood We the civilised ones and songs we hum Before you journey, you gotta know where you from I teach you mug fans from a brother to brother My chamber, reversed it, the raw shit, one hundred Four million need to stay in captivation Some ___ goes beyond renovation I splash Wu God inside your thoughts The dragon signed for life, but God spoke modern, this is divine Must refine our creation, the old chambers Fulfil the needs of the diehard nation We share relationships much closer than you think The saga must continue is the only way to live [Chorus: Cilvaringz] Welcome to the Old Chamber, exhibit one The stones bricks build on civil war blood Welcome to the Old Chamber, exhibit two And now your blade engraved with a thousand W's [Cilvaringz] The last of many wins, construct the dying faith In the 36th precinct, that _______ bridge The bridge of saturation, many question why? And begged me to guide them to the common explanations Sword knowledge in me, preachin' the words The pain must relate to their Gods and Earths Classifying classics and Razasharp terms Sayin' Meth, GZA, Ghostface, the Chef and Dirt Those albums where the fuckin' sharpest Of course Enter but after Wu-Forever, they got a bit concerned Those shinin' weapons burn niggas physically Mentally, originality battle history Killa Bee, comparable to sweet universities Witty Unpredictable, cooperative family So when Bobby brought the ruckus Digital Many lost their respect for comin' through original [Chorus: Cilvaringz] Yo, welcome to the Old Chamber, exhibit three Ten highs in each corner, home of the Killa Bee Welcome to the Old Chamber, exhibit four A picture of our loss, swingin' the Shaolin sword [Cilvaringz] Many said the Fam was losin' touch, were losin' fuck But people think to a certain limit then they're stuck Said the Clan was like low man in the iron cold But when I asked Bobby, he said as I quote "We done all that raw shit so why do it over Its build up of slangers, snakes did the same From the slang to the Clarks, to the beats to the darts The Wu-Tang heart fell victim to the sharp Half the industry bit our shit, it's pollution In order to refine they started stealin' Wu shit Too many shark niggas on some jackin' bullshit So my Digi shit, will be the Wu revolution" Twenty said we winnin', eighty said we losin' Over weighed my drop so I must reintroduce it Since my saga must begin I come with execution Make you ___ and slave into my music [Chorus: Cilvaringz] Welcome to the Old Chamber, exhibit five It's Rakeem Allah and the flood he survived Welcome to the Old Chamber, exhibit six The Killer B-Ching on compact disc, bitch