Chief Kamachi - 700 lyrics
[Chief Kamachi - 700 lyrics]
Yeah yeah, let's keep it dirty like
Let's keep it dirty, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care if you mix it or not, man
Do how we used to do it, uh huh
You know what I mean with the two tape decks
You know what I'm saying?
Play the beat on one joint
You know what I'm sayin'?
Record record on the other one
You know what I mean?
That's the old school shit yeah, yeah
Graduated from the streets but
I dropped outta college
Hooked up with the Gods trying
To organize the knowledge
Shine like the shoes on
Them house niggas' polish
Dead by 21, the theory got demolished
Now I'm back for my spot
Queens brushing off the pedestal
7000 bars for Mars, it's incredible
Half street scientific
Father of the ministry
Taught crack prices of theories of relativity
72 angels, Moses in my wizardry
Path from my ock hope the
Ancestors have given me
I'm deeper than most think
Last supper mother fucker
That's where we toast drinks
Boombox, Adidas sweat suit and
Some dope links 'Mach keep building
Teach me how to fish
Are you amazed at what I reeled in?
Split one flounder in half and feed a million
Fresh stained glass in my new rap pavilion
700!
Bring truth to the rally
But they're used to the fally
Richest man in the world
Man some Mucifer mally
Soldiers covered in gold
Standing posted in alleys
Nations wanted some jewels
Had to come to the valley
I am the father of the Nile
I calculated the moons so you
Can patiently await the child
I calm down the Earth when
The energy was wild
Sixteen bars in my chemistry kapow
Bury my flesh and bones
With the precious stones
The music from my temples
Made the freshest tones
You tryin' to put a finger on a cobra nose
I still hold the shotgun sitting
In a yoga pose i'm here, I'm everywhere
The God in the flesh the heavens get lonely
I need a queen for my rest
Little fuck sauce starstruck
Copying my style
Distinguish the Olde English
Are you cockier than thou? 700!
Let's keep it dirty, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care if you mix it or not, man
Do how we used to do it, uh huh
You know what I mean with the two tape decks
You know what I'm saying?
Play the beat on one joint
You know what I'm sayin'?
Record record on the other one
You know what I mean?
That's the old school shit yeah, yeah
Graduated from the streets but
I dropped outta college
Hooked up with the Gods trying
To organize the knowledge
Shine like the shoes on
Them house niggas' polish
Dead by 21, the theory got demolished
Now I'm back for my spot
Queens brushing off the pedestal
7000 bars for Mars, it's incredible
Half street scientific
Father of the ministry
Taught crack prices of theories of relativity
72 angels, Moses in my wizardry
Path from my ock hope the
Ancestors have given me
I'm deeper than most think
Last supper mother fucker
That's where we toast drinks
Boombox, Adidas sweat suit and
Some dope links 'Mach keep building
Teach me how to fish
Are you amazed at what I reeled in?
Split one flounder in half and feed a million
Fresh stained glass in my new rap pavilion
700!
Bring truth to the rally
But they're used to the fally
Richest man in the world
Man some Mucifer mally
Soldiers covered in gold
Standing posted in alleys
Nations wanted some jewels
Had to come to the valley
I am the father of the Nile
I calculated the moons so you
Can patiently await the child
I calm down the Earth when
The energy was wild
Sixteen bars in my chemistry kapow
Bury my flesh and bones
With the precious stones
The music from my temples
Made the freshest tones
You tryin' to put a finger on a cobra nose
I still hold the shotgun sitting
In a yoga pose i'm here, I'm everywhere
The God in the flesh the heavens get lonely
I need a queen for my rest
Little fuck sauce starstruck
Copying my style
Distinguish the Olde English
Are you cockier than thou? 700!