Artist: Contribution X f/ Beretta 9, Monk
Album:  Dark Destiny
Song:   Sinister Chambers
Typed by: Knowledge God

[Monk]
There was showdown, but when I touched down the shit got ghost town
Black Knights around now you march and skip town
You for daisy, you crazy to think that you could serve Monk
Literally, lyrically you know I'm just too much
To fuck with, whether it's rap, scrap or blastin'
Fast with the pen, my whip'll peel, swift with the skill
Ready for action at all times
Serve rhymes like I serve dimes
Quoters in them zones, y'all clones
So y'all polar watches mock me
I'm gettin' checks from your publisher, my style you copy
You couldn't stop me
If I wrote this rhyme nigga strictly just for you
Got a Killarmy plus Beretta 9, you think I'm fearin' you
If you don't knock it off nigga please get real
Blow minds like Crystal Meth snorted through five dollar bills
My flow is Ecstasy, you feelin' like double stacked pills

[Beretta 9]
Though time's quiet, definin' my thoughts I meditate on
Knowledge acquired, how to apply it to day borns
Build or destroy and how I see it, is the act on
Three billions of shorties, Devil's seekin' for mad long
Try to achieve in this scheme of things, you're mad wrong
You're start time is over, this being your sad song
For me a rap song, that I'm likely to black on
But it's a new dawn so I figure I'll pass on
That mic'phone and next on it to rap is (Contribution X)
Yo kid show 'em what vexed is

[Contribution X]
You all are out of realms, speakin' the science to abortionists
The line's witty, move in the cipher, forever tarnished
Forbidden artists, lavish is style, consume the targets
Fuck the markets, closed down shop, we lay no harness
We livin' lawless, precious in stone that hold flawless
My life a timeline, hours and minutes that move like seconds
I throw hand grenades in the booth, we fuckin' reckless
Wisdom measureless, mic flow is sharp to sever this
My troops and my soldiers searchin' forever, it's endless
My hand grenade explode right on the track, it stay evil
Shit's real kid, jump off fools Bobby Knievel
Devour pain, document days, sinister people, what?