Chief Kamachi, The Juju Mob - Black Dawn lyrics

Let's get it on
It's Juju Mob motherfuckers

Yo, imagine if the Prince of Darkness
Fathered a 4 headed monster
And sent it to conquer the black market
And after the slaughter the
Monster grew stronger
Broke free from the chains
Held in Hell no longer
Lost Cauze, a wild dog with a passionate bite
So vividly brutal like The Passion of Christ
Kamachi snatching your mic
Charon tear off your fucking arm
And pass it to Syfe like we passing a pipe
Make smoke slip from your bones
Just from listening to poems
And when I walk you hear the
Theme music from The Omen
Arabian Damien’s maiming men
And when my razor bend
It’ll do more than chafe your skin
Dog I play to win this is the team to beat
My money’s on the Mob
The jig is up, your squad is a facade
Y’all are nothing special
I'll fucking stretch you
You’ll have to wear a mask for the
Rest of your life like MF DOOM what?!

To the black of dawn I’ma send
It out in rapping form
I’m from a shabby home where
I created the greatest
Of a written over ritual paper
I’m with getting money priests

Please don’t speak, just lose your turn
Or you’re gonna lose your soul
I'll curse your ass then perm your
That’s the crib where you live
I'll leave it lying in ashes
In front of your eyes your life flashes
The sunrise, covered in a ski mask
You're praying so much you need knee pads
Your teeth chatter
But ain’t no coming back from this
This like getting your wrists slit
You can feel this shit
Bumping your body like blackheads
'Til my pockets thicker than fat kids
It’s all for the love of the crafty rapping
Meaning I’ma earn my earnings
From issuing out some of
The most burning sermons

Yo, peep the Don
I’m nothing to sleep on so keep on
You the type niggas beat and pull the heat on
When we speak you would think
We put the heat on
We about to unleash the beast
And leave a piece gone
It’s the Mob, a family of gods
Street calamities, no fantasy
My sanity’s lost
To the fans slashing gravity and tragedy
Pause i still got the ladies handing
Me their panties and drawers
That’s vanity y’all, no
You can’t manage me dog
Every death’s another step up
The ladder we fall
The masters of war, civilization
My job’s to spit for the nation
My clique’s so slick we
Slip through the pavement
And we spit for amazement
So be amazed or be afraid
It’s history in the making
It’s poetry in flame
So talk reckless and feel the Glock’ll spit
The new apocalypse
Ain’t nobody stopping this

Feel the spirit of the only
Black messiah in the room
That slang nickel bags of swag and?
From the cocaine capsule boom to astral zoom
Have street scientific tombs
Kingly hieroglyphic tombs
It’s silk Moorish pantaloons
I stay spiffy, queens screaming
Too mystical for me
The glow from my Tut jewelry put
That pimp aura on it
I am the fire of a goon in a Yoruba story
K-A-M-A-C-H-I, supreme oratory juju talk
Scattered priests right with voodoo talk
My voice is a dark road
That very few will walk
And these words is gold and
Your stereo's a vault
I hit 'em from on high
Like an aerial assault
(Damn baby) I beat 'em to a beautiful pulp
So bring the flowers and book
And burn a million black candles
For my murderous talk