Chief Kamachi - Chuck D lyrics

Malah kamachi
Philadelphia yeah

Got a letter from the government
Tore it to shreds come and get me
Burn a donut shop down full of FEDS
Wire tap my temples, face on the Wanted List
I talk power to the people
With a blunted list pay back
Crack the shackles on the hundred wrist
Hurt, Mother Earth lookin' for a son to kiss
Got my light back shining on one abyss
Bullet proof auras, every single gun I miss
Life, that ain't something that
You wanna risk i'm back
Dressed in a black why come to this?
One, two, mic check, Sun Tzu
Runaway slave in the jungle wearing one shoe
I am the body that great leaders can come to
Neck loose from every noose
That they hung through
Can't touch us, bunch of dead klu klux's
Chronic masonic, let's puff a few dutches
Mach! Sample
YEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav

Welcome to the Terrordome
It's still zone red cross burn my lung
Pull it through a comb head
Stand on my square, step on a sucker toes
Black Fred Flint locks full of water buffalos
Gorilla palms
It ain't hard to crush your rose
Young Tut, soul strut, freshest clothes
I radiate something outta '88
AK assault bank vault get the baby cake
My wife a queen I ain't scared
To say my lady great
Spin the nine planets, goddammit! Crazy rate
Nat Turner don't wanna be a crack earner
Godbody, historical fat learner
House niggas, Uncle Tom janitors
I'm in the lab with the
Pen like Ben Banneker
Cure for AIDS in the West African cannister
The killing fields, cannon ball banish ya
Mach!

Sample yEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav

Fight the power, Spike Lee strike three
Hundred years in the hole won't
Ever see a life free
Ham sandwich waterdown ice tea fuck the law
Concrete wall nothing the sight see
Grudges with Supreme court judges
Autograph pictures for families saying
They love us next time they see us we're
Buried under the covers
Hell in the back they supply my brother
Have the candle light visual
When reviving mother
Half the night afterlife tryna discover
Back to school again
Live by the laws of the hooligans
Mach no one do it like Young Dulligan
Street preacher, pole pit a dirty curb
I'm 720 you're barely a 33rd
Great men, Malcolm Little from the state pen
Angelic but I use to be a straight jin mach!

Sample yEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav