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Yeah, Kamachi & Priest |
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The Chapel doors are back open |
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Haha! YEAH! |
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[Chief Kamachi] |
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I don't bargain wit the devil or the sin he produce |
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Before I sell my people out, you can string up a noose |
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I'm a Zulu, I laugh at the lightning of Zeus |
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The light from my aura, enough to ripen the fruits |
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A mic and some truths, enlighten the youths |
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Rap Jihad, my voice make salat on the loops |
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Arabian Knights, prayer rugs kept in the booth |
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To the east my brother, where I step wit the troops |
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Keep coming back; making sure the rest can get loose |
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Like O Harriet, Holy Land, sail in the chariot |
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My body gold from the land where they buried it |
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Mother earth my first, no choice but to marry it |
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Burdens of the world is cool, how I carry it |
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I'm not a snitch or Judas Iscariot |
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How could I fear bid? Nigga here it is |
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You love Ferraris and Barbie's, we build pyramids |
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We from different minds, different continents |
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Different consciousness, different Prophets |
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Different times, Kamachi & Priest |
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The Church of Philly and Brook give us donations |
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Don't give us the look |
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Cuz we don't live by the word; we live wit the book |
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I see something classic is happening, the people is hook |
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Its real hip-hop, you should be taking a look |
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Its real hip-hop, you should be taking a look |
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(Chorus) Kamachi 4x |
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Ayo, y'all better 'All Hail' |
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Or when the King's come, voice is all yell |
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Bless us and sing some |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I emerge from crack smoke, rats and roaches |
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Gats that poke, young cats that wrap up dope |
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The hopeless, I'm poor man's dream |
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Moorish King, the locust, over the spectrum |
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Priest the Nephilim, focus - your eyes on the eagle |
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Cathedrals size I'm holding, a pen lethal |
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A needle inscribed, the dopeness |
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Pharaoh headdress, right before my bed rest |
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Commercial raps singing hooks, I can care less |
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A mystery books, sacred beetle on my bed chest |
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Priest Osiris, black chalk around my eye lids |
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Gold mask, broad nose and wide lips |
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Writing papyrus, light inside my iris |
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Sight of a psychic, coloring flows, my mic's a pilot |
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When it comes to hook I'm like a Pirate |
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Priest-Kamachi we ether the body |
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Flood streets like Tsunamis |
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Bring heat when you eat what's sloppy |
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Priest the skeleton, my words is the flesh |
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The flow is the melanin, song is the breath |
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My rhyme's the medicine, it can cure after death |
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My mind's the Afterlife, the thought |
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These are the words I manifest and invest |
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(Chorus) Kamachi 4x |
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(Outro) Priest |
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Yeah, so there you have it, it's not just a rumor, it's real |
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Real hip-hop is back up in the building |
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Chief Kamachi & Killah Priest, collobo |
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HAHAHAHA, laugh at all you fakes |
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Know'what'I'mean? UGH, don't get scared, don't run |
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GSciples! Shout it out |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, just thug it out |
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Guerilla, guerilla ya self, side 2 side |
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Just guerilla ya self |
