Chief Kamachi Crooked Angels текст песни, слова песни Crooked Angels Chief Kamachi
Chief Kamachi - Crooked Angels
Shit I do some evil because my whole squad illegal
They want that street shit, tell me that I'm too cerebral
Take Illmatic, mix it with some Beanie Sigel
Islamic flag in the window of a Buick Regal
Niggas ministers, hustle from a crack cathedral
Been on a cross, fell off, snapped the steeple
But who cares if kingdom come?
Old glass of gin and rum, the sin is done
In life's a lottery, all I wanna win is won
But my record's in the red, finger's still connected tt the lead
Put that 1-2-check into your head
Chief Kamachi known as Osura Ucha
Trying to get you the science of the principles
Kill my body but the spirit is invincible
Hold my own on a soldier flow
Kamallah back to the Vatican exposing Rome
[Chorus:]
Doing this for crooks with arms
Corner store priest with their book of charms
And all of the ahkis that give salams
And all the black magicians that waves their wands
And yo I'm doing this for crooks with arms
Corner store priest with their book of charms
And all of the ahkis that give salams
And all the black magicians that wave their wands
[Verse 2:]
It's the rap Dikembe, back in my African kente
Eighties gold chain, rock Sergei Valente
I'm a hustler, ways of the mystics I use
They don't understand, say I'm contradicting my views
I look a preacher in his eye, spit on his shoes
He a liar, who the messiah? Nigga sit and accuse
My resurrection, paid some unforgettable dues
It's so deep sometimes I gotta spit it in clues
They say you're crazy, mental, Kamachi's confused
I say I'm angelic, God-body, how can you choose?
They say I'm drunk off Eagle in the booth with the booze
I say I don't dirnk, sit up like a king when he rules
Take a stroll around my castle and picked up a jewel
I guess the Easter egg cutting elementary school
Dig deep like I build a penitentiary tools
[? ] they used to seeing me for centuries rule
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Beware when the serpent tongue scorch the script
The torch is lit, I fiend to pitchfork your clique
Lord of the crip, skeleton absorbing the clip
In 0-12 astronauts forced to the strip
You stone-aged gangster [? ] points [? ] stick em
[? ] deal with a force that is sick
Pharaoh-mind, you the soft Christmas carol kind
Mic messiah, my often [? ] shine
Bulletproof aura looking with your arrow's fine
You should try walking the stairs that the sparrows climb
My pyramids is closed to guests
While I take time to study and expose the rest
Hip hop or slash witch doctor finesse
Gold King Tut coffin when they put me to rest
[? ] two to my chest
Screaming, section 8 Egyptian did it the best, messiah
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