Chief Kamachi - Freestyle Live On Radiovolta.org lyrics

Yeah, kno'am'sayin' chief Kamachi
Section-8 Egyptian supreme Mic Messiah
Cult Status kno'am'sayin', Good Hands
C'mon DJ Primetime

Yo, yo rainbows never gleam
Three course meals grate barely seen
Black thirsty teen
Scheming in jungle with dry streams
Everything is ease, when you ducktaping ki's
Walk off jeans
Shooting three's in a hundred degrees
Dreams of living great on
A hundred acre estate
Swans in my private lake
Lamping with mackintosh papes
Champagne suds leaving stains on
My antique rugs
Love, bathe in custom made Japanese tubs
Relax, no more dice rolling
And hammer holding
Index finger counting the Ben
Franks and folding
Luxuries all I ever wanted to see
Plantation of paradise in a GS 3
In a cesspool of war
When we professionally poor
Want more then the coin that
Judas betrayed Jesus for last Supper dreams
Oil refineries like Sheikh Ameen
Piranha's with gold fronts in shim streams
So clean strangled by black
Boa stretched beams
Thick with a Sicilian grip spoil my queen
Kingdom of drugs in a jungle
Playing with lion cubs
Out the badge boys camera
Lens that's eyeing thugs
Perfect, look at the oxygen
I'm breathing worth it
Earn paper sperm let's pregnate
My bank circuit's school slowly
My older parole the hustle born me
Packing a chicken nugget box
The skies is poultry kamachi

Ayo, speech in the code of the street
The eldest teach
Don't season beef without heat
To properly prepare the meat
But some talk like tongue gun
Related to someone
Iller than me cause of where you come from
Inner type you bad
But your cousin smuggle bags
The murders A rabs
Couldn't stick up a Hattian cab
Vivid image
See through you with that linguistic voodoo
Tryna hex us like Island gurus
Mouth full of violence but
Your action reflects silence
When your killers from Hollis
You need your Versace shoe polished
Abolish the rap, promise the purest crack
Half of the retail value to
Acquire right off the bat
Generals, no cadets, cadets, no generals
Tell the truth baby boy
You ain't a real criminal
Lies colorful like pilots
Ain't nothing violent upstate was crowded
You was chef sissy tossing salads kamach!