Chief Kamachi - First Warning (AOTP Diss) lyrics

Yeah, you know what it is right?
You'kno’m'sayin', Mic Messiah
JuJu Mob nigga
I’ll smack that trucker hat the
Fuck off ya head man yo, this nigga
It's like the Insane Clown Posse or
Something up in this jawn man
Yeah, you'kno'm'saying you know who
It is right?
Yeah, yeah, uh, Kamachi, yeah, yeah
Ayo the Pharaoh's back

Yo, you little lames stare at the
Flame cause my fire rare
Wave white crosses when a Messiah there
You look sweet in a night gown in Nike Airs
Little ass
Loose faggot nigga with spiky hairs
All that tough talk
Get some of the toughest stares
Snitch niggas smack with interrogation chairs
I was making songs while I was facing years
Made a living off running up
On face & squares
Ya little gun pin a nigga face this year
I don't think so, lil homie face ya fears
I'm on the hellevator
You tryna take the stairs
Scared, yeah, now I gotta trace ya tears
Where? Here! To the steps of the Church
Ya name and everything that you
Respect in the dirt brings friends along
No problem with stretch in a hearse
Kill you fo’real
Don’t care 'bout expressing a verse
I’m a animal
Different type of hunger and thirst
This why you wallow in pain
And wonder the worst
Who this evil man that God
Let come to the Earth
Easter Sunday, gun play, run in a Church
Pharaoh's back, in less then an hour's math
Woke up, choked up another coward cap
Seven in the cres' is where my power’s at
You a faggot Catholic Priest
Wearing shower caps
Lights and candles slowly march the isle
They put dick in ya ass
Then you start to smile tone of the Beast
Think you on roaming for peace
Gangsta made me a wrestling
Ass coming from Greece
Step to my booth, old center
Confess to the streets
You ain't never seen blood from a body
Slug in a shotty
Research gangsta in love with the Gotti's
'Daddy Day Care' you stay
Here hugging the potty
Here's ya pacifier, I'm the Black Messiah
Bible for the block
Shots from that rapid fire
It don't take a genius to
Know the shells spin spherical
Another verse, another ten minute miracle
Mayhem at the morgue early in the am
I'm a goon
Under the cherry Moon is where I lay 'em
The bodies are piling, slay 'em
How they pay 'em they don't want no beef
So I vegetable soufflé 'em
Give 'em tubes and wires, crew's retire
I'm the real thing
Stop tryna confuse the buyers
My proof is when you dead soul move the choir
Kamachi - mothafucking Mic Messiah, YEAH!