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Chief Kamachi
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Crooked Angels
[Verse 1:] 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
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[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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