Chief Kamachi - 2nd Lecture lyrics
[Chief Kamachi - 2nd Lecture lyrics]
Yeah, ha ha welcome, Kamachi
Still spit street Kabalah
Yeah, that JuJu slang
You ain't never heard no
Hieroglyphics like these before, man
The one and only Section-8 Egyptian yeah
And we live from Philadelphia
Once again welcome to the Grand Lodge
Ha ha, yeah, it's been a minute right?
Giving it to 'em for more than a decade
Ahhhhh yeah, yeah, Mic Messiah, Kamachi
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah yo, yo, yeah
Under the star Orion i studied math in Mayan
Smoke L in Zion known as an humble lion
See the prayer rug don't think
I brung the iron
Red thug in disguise like a Russian spying
Broke the spell, ten wicked witches scrying
I be dead, if I ever really thought of dying
Back to the strip
Another four grip is flying
Cemetery's packed
Need some more dirt for you to lie in
Talk to your body, full moon psychic scribing
Since you still living
You think that I might be lying?
Kamachi! JuJu Mob! Pharaoh!
My death choir, sing a homicide carol
My Cathedral guarded by the God's barrels
Blood of famous people splash on my apparel
Manipulate the energies of enemies
Symphony of the most sinister chemistries
Yeah! Kamachi!
Mic Messiah! JuJu Mob!
Philadelphia! C'mon, yeah
They know what is it right?
Yeah, the one and only
Yeah, Mic-Mic-Mic Messiah
Still spit street Kabalah
Yeah, that JuJu slang
You ain't never heard no
Hieroglyphics like these before, man
The one and only Section-8 Egyptian yeah
And we live from Philadelphia
Once again welcome to the Grand Lodge
Ha ha, yeah, it's been a minute right?
Giving it to 'em for more than a decade
Ahhhhh yeah, yeah, Mic Messiah, Kamachi
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah yo, yo, yeah
Under the star Orion i studied math in Mayan
Smoke L in Zion known as an humble lion
See the prayer rug don't think
I brung the iron
Red thug in disguise like a Russian spying
Broke the spell, ten wicked witches scrying
I be dead, if I ever really thought of dying
Back to the strip
Another four grip is flying
Cemetery's packed
Need some more dirt for you to lie in
Talk to your body, full moon psychic scribing
Since you still living
You think that I might be lying?
Kamachi! JuJu Mob! Pharaoh!
My death choir, sing a homicide carol
My Cathedral guarded by the God's barrels
Blood of famous people splash on my apparel
Manipulate the energies of enemies
Symphony of the most sinister chemistries
Yeah! Kamachi!
Mic Messiah! JuJu Mob!
Philadelphia! C'mon, yeah
They know what is it right?
Yeah, the one and only
Yeah, Mic-Mic-Mic Messiah