Chief Kamachi - 24th Elder lyrics

Yeah, Chief Kamachi young Dulla

When the stars look dull in
The sky it mean danger
Kamachi - the 24th Elder in the chamber
The 25th ain't my birthday in the manger
It's real magic
Y'all confused by entertainers

I chased the platinum worm
In the Gardens apple
Make the stain glass crackle
In the Sistine Chapel
Real gold from Africa, my wrist gleam natural
My future's seen from the
Micro and the macro
Project tarot deck kept in the satchel
Graduation hat wit blood on the tassel
Mathmagician, of course it's me
Hold diplomas and degrees in word sorcery
I'mma rider the alma mater
Of the Panther reciter you get blessed
Left holy like the shirt of Shara
Is you crazy bringin' pork to the Ka'ba?
I'm the Black barber
Little soy milk and cassava
You worship idols? I'm takin'
Turfs and titles seen the soul leave why
Even search for vitals
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high
Makin' classic y'all

I stand before the Lord wit
Weed smoke in my robe
This is the story of Kamachi
Not the story of Job
My Shaka Zulu portrait's hang in the fortress
While you sweet pretty boys
Stroll thru the orchards
The group called 'The Deadly Roses'
Make all ya queens cross the
Red Sea for Moses
It's my life but never chose this
The killings is chillin' to see
Me in warrior pose's
Young thug in a hoopty wit blood on my kufi
I ain't nervous the Secret Service
Attemptin' to shoot me
Plus they made it illegal for
Producers to loop me
Cuz I'm brown and hold it down
Like the arms of Tookie
Exotic bombs and uzis, charms from Sufi's
I ain't stressed
Tryna stay calm from Lucy's
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high
Makin' classic y'all

My people at the top of the
Steeple is where I'm at again
I'm still street but deep like
The basement in the Vatican
But I ain't searching for the Holy Grail
Take a Bible from a hotel
After blowin' a whole L
I could see how and why Judas was so jailed
Y'all haters is personifyin' the whole tale
Yeah, it's the Black Jezuz
Wit the gold grill
Pay the fool in shackles instead
Of a cold meal nuns throw me ones
Screamin' 'He's so ill'
Kamachi so full of promise
Do a show horse & buggy full of the Amish
Anywhere in any sphere my vocals astonish
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high
Makin' classic y'all
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high
Makin' classic y'all