Chief Kamachi - Hood Symphony lyrics

My hood symphony, let's make a musical
Ya haters is nothing but spectators
Just the usual
I hold the mic gun powder on the cubicles
Let off couple shots and the
Murder is looking beautiful

I'm on some cool shit
Call it the wrath of chill
I feel like strolling thru
A garden picking daffodils
Nothing you craft is ill
Weak linguistic process
I graduated, heavenly sedated on the top test
Swimming in the swamp looking
For the Loch Ness
Came a long way still got the
Hammers in a lock chest backed out
Bail papers seating on the cop desk
Cuz I don't rap about crap
The label say I'm not fresh
I'vе been to France, Barcelona, Oslo
Couple of othеr countries where my
Fans keep my eyes low how you like me now?
I contradict their theories
I've been around the globe twice without
A hitch they hear me
Mach been doing this for years
The name is now embedded
And the underground love me cuz they
Now I come to set it
Got the sword of righteousness and
All the devils get beheaded
Tryna pay their way in heaven
Hope the angels taking credit


Rebel Without a Pause
Trapped behind the walls
Watch the belly of the beast
Don't get snapped up in they jaws
I don't care if you a Moor
They ain't practicing they laws
Got your mind inside a coma
Keep you wrapped up in the galls
Can never find a bookstore when
Shopping at the malls
They don't want us to discover
All the fallacies and flaws
When the news first broke
Obama was a president
I sat, starred at the TV, motionless
Unventilated i came here as slave
Never felt like a resident
Do I believe in miracles? They
Saying that he heaven sent
The world is in a different space
But I can't pick and choose
More than a thousand good
Reasons for conflicting views
Turn to channel 7, we watching different news
Find the truth from allegory
And some cryptic clues
Fascinated with masonry and some mystic Jews
Over the burning hot sands
And expensive shoes

I studied everything
Voodoo curses to five-percent
I know some broke know-it-alls chilling
In the squalor bench
They quoting books know all the
Schools where the scholars went
But every month they a quarter
Short on their dollar rent
Welcome to my parliament
Feel like the hardest sent
Let's raise our babies
Treat our ladies like our fathers meant
I'm talking kings and queens
You talking crap and cook
I understand nigga remember that
I'm half a crook i never swore on the Bible
I just passed the book and had a smile on my
Face when the pastor looked
Seven days all the time that the Master took
Another classic rap album nigga
Blast the hook play with the instruments
Make violent incidents
My aura red, you're dead, not a coincidence
It ain't no sympathy you
Looking for some sentiments
Your last supper and you're sitting
At the dinner tense