Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, Malice – Chains & Whips video
2025/07/14
Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, Malice – Chains & Whips (Official Music Video)
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Lyrics:
Uncle said, “*, you must be sick
All you talk about is just getting rich”
Choke my neck, *, and ice my *
Beat the system wit’ chains and whips
(This is culturally inappropriate)
You run from the spirit of repossession
Too much enamel covers your necklace
I buy *, you buy ’em sections
You buy watches, I buy collections
Misery’s fueling your aggression
Jealousy’s turned into obsession
Reality TV is mud wrestling
Some signed checks, I know better than
Beware of my name, that there is delicate
You know I know where you’re delicate
Crush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of it
I will close your heaven for the hell of it
You’d think it’d be valor amongst veterans
I’m watching your fame escape relevance
We all in the room, but here’s the elephant
You chasing a feature out of your element
And those lab diamonds under inspection
The question marks block ya blessings
There’s no tombstones in the desert
I know by now you get the message
Uncle said, “*, you must be sick
All you talk about is just getting rich”
Choke my neck, *, and ice my *
Beat the system wit’ chains and whips
It don’t take much to put two and two
Your lucky streak is now losing you
Money’s dried up like a cuticle
Ya gasping for air now, it’s beautiful
John 10:10, that’s my usual
Mamas is falling out in funerals
Embalmed and bloat, they now viewing you
They never find the guns, but the sewers do
Bubbles was sick, he need medicine
Brought him back to life, now he dead again
Richard don’t make watches for presidents
Just a million trapped between skeletons
This the darkest that I’ve ever been
The diamonds make you taste peppermint
You ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s The Revenant
And send orders back down and keep shoveling
Uncle said, “*, you must be sick
All you talk about is just getting rich”
Choke my neck, *, and ice my *
Beat the system wit’ chains and whips
Yeah, when things get dark and your number get called
And you look side to side, like “What did they say?”
And it ain’t the Lord’s voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to you
I’m not the candidate to vibe with
I don’t * with the Kumbaya *
All that talent must be godsent
I send yo’ * back to the Cosmics
The things I’ve seen under my eyelids
Kaleidoscope dreams, murder and sirens
Let’s be clear, Hip-Hop died again
Half of my profits may go to Rakim
How many Judas’s that let me down
But * it, the West mines, we right now
Therapy showed me how to open up
It also showed me I don’t give a *
The two time Gemini with the genocide
I’m generous, how ever you want it
I’ll be the gentle kind
Gentlemen and gangstas connect
The agenda of mine
Move * up outta here
This * get gentrified
Heavy genes like Genovese
I’ll drop your Pentagon
Then show up at your gender reveal
And tell ‘em gimme mine
I son *, I am the general
Where my gin and juice?
Every song is the book of Genesis
Let the sonics boom
want the tea on me
Well, here’s the ginger root
I generate residuals, *
Get off my genitals
They say I couldn’t reach Gen Z
You * *
You must be full of that ginseng
Here comes the jinx, yeah
They genetics been synthetic screaming they genius
A finger wave, they all fall
is Jenga
God gave me light
A good year, full of free will
Trump card tell me not to spare your life
(Mutha*a)
Yeah, when things get dark and your number get called
And you look side to side, like “What did they say?”
And it ain’t the Lord’s voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to you
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