Chris’ Shoulders

[Intro: DMX (growling)]
Uh… yeah!
What! Come on!
Y’all ain’t ready for this one—Chris!
Let ’em know how we hold it down! Shoulders! WHAT!
[Verse 1]
Yo, Chris got them boulders, sittin’ on his frame
Every time he roll up, they remember the name
Shoulders wide like he carry the pain
Of a hundred hard lives, still walk through the rain—uh!
Muscles like armor, flex when he move
Bench pressin’ demons, got nothin’ to prove
Walk in the room, everybody go silent
Them shoulders speak loud, yeah, heavy and violent
Tension in the trap, but he don’t fold
Shoulders tell the story that ain’t never been told
Like—where was you at when we needed that weight held?
Chris held it down, didn’t even yell—GRRR!
[Hook]
Chris got shoulders (WHAT?), bigger than most (UH!)
Stackin’ all the burdens while he still do the most
Chris got shoulders (YEAH!), breakin’ the mold (C’MON!)
Carryin’ the squad like he made outta gold
[Verse 2]
Now look—these ain’t just shoulders, these legacy stones
Every rep in the gym like he settin’ the tone
Try to talk slick? Get shrugged to the curb
Ain’t gotta say nothin’, man, the trap done heard—
Chris walk by, feel the air get thick
Like a freight train comin’ with a neck real stiff
No slack in his back, no crack in the shell
He built from the block and he came outta hell—
Every scar on his traps is a badge of war
He ain’t flexin’ for likes, he just built for war
When the weight get heavy, and the world start to break
He just roll them shoulders like, “Give me that weight!”
[Hook]
Chris got shoulders (WHAT?), tougher than steel (UH!)
You ain’t never seen nothin’ this real
Chris got shoulders (YEAH!), hard to ignore (C’MON!)
Carried us all through the blood and the war
[Outro: DMX growl/scream]
Chris! That’s my dawg!
Holdin’ the world up, one rep at a time!
Ruff Ryders don’t fold—we press on!
SHOULDERS!!
Arf! Arf!

DMX, Hardcore Hip-Hop, East Coast Hip-Hop, Gangsta Rap