Artist: Royal Fam Album: Yesterday, Today, Iz Tomorrow Song: Hidden Chamber Typed by: Tha Masta [Timbo King] I be Sir Royal, the highest emperor in this rap shit Acknowledge my cherisma and the way I format shit Drop jewels, my science is beyond Einstein's theory E equals MC squared, I make rappers leery My brain weighs seven and one half a power Mic's get melted down, verbal warfare, I'm louder Mad militant, I'm known as a secret agent Royal frontier, I'm swingin like a cavalier Authority, Black Knights soldiers are guardin me Royal Fam live performance, hell at the Carnagie Lyrical chess, pawn takes queen, I'm faster Tournaments get deleted by the grand master Precise, nice with mic's when I manifest Somethin gots to give in this biz for the nine stress Finesse, styles be flowin like movie credits You know the rules, Royal Fam always fuckin 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 revealin ill prophecies My ways and actions shows and proves true equality We conquer continents, hemispheres and land masses All you ever get is stage passes [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 eatin pork my thoughts be travellin through galaxies Excalibur professional, flowin 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 assault Entorage 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 preparin for the third world Put your fist up, I'm makin 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 passage 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 throwin spears in all directions Release the cannons, let off, set off the firearms Evacuate the premises, explode em with the bombs!