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Yeah, ah-ha |
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Welcome, Kamachi |
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Still spit street Kabalah |
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Yeah, that JuJu slang |
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May never heard no hieroglyphics like these before, man |
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The one and only Section-8 Egyptian |
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Yeah |
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And we live from Philadelphia |
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Once again.... Welcome to the Grand Lodge |
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Ha-ha, yeah, it's been a minute right? |
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Giving it to 'em for more than a decade |
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Ahhhhhhh |
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Yeah, yeah, Mic Messiah, Kamachi |
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Yeah, uh, uh, yeah |
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Yo, yo, yeah |
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[Chief Kamachi] |
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Under the star Orion |
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I studied math and Mayans |
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Smoke L in Zion |
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Known as an humble lion |
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See the prayer rug don't think I brung the iron |
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Red thug in disguise like a Russian spying |
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Broke the spell, ten wicked witches scrying |
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I be dead, if I ever really thought of dying |
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Back to the strip, another four grip is flying |
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Cemeteries packed, need some more dirt for you to lie in |
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Talk to your body, full moon psychic scribing |
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So you're still living, you think that I might be lying? |
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Kamachi! JuJu Mob! Pharaoh! |
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My Death Choir, sing a homicide carol |
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My Cathedral guarded by the God's barrels |
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Blood of famous people splash on my apparel |
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Manipulate the energy's enemies |
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Symphony of the most sinister chemistries |
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Yeah! |
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Kamachi! |
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Mic Messiah! |
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JuJu Mob! |
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Philadelphia! |
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C'mon, yeah |
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They know what is it right? |
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Yeah, the one and only |
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Yeah, Mic-Mic-Mic Messiah |
