Chief Kamachi - Kamalah lyrics

Dark path I folla' ritual of Kamalah
The same scholar
Candle still burning the squalor
Divine styler
Ruby Ankhs hang from the collar
Burning bush, Hindu kush the smell of masala
Growler, two assassins Karim & Attala
In the Mosque giving gun da'wah
Steel Umbrella, stroll thru a sun shower
It's the hell on Earth hour
You know this power
Spliff full of lotus flower do it to death
Africa to Okinawa
Master builders, 720 the focus hours
Math precise, the storm that broke towers
I'll be here for 400 years
Like the Sufi Bawa
Muhaiya, it's the life of the Mic Messiah
Street friar, half Jesus, half Richard Pryor
Bloody beef is what the teeth of a Pit desire
Take 'em back to the strip
With a clip to fire

Yeah kamalah, rap scholar
Around the globe, you still hearing my name
Kamalah see the seven crosses dangle
From my herringbone chain

Yeah yeah i still spit street Kabbalah
Tryna reach Kavala holes in the dirt
The Earth needs souls to swallow
Scope and prowlers lion paws, choke koalas
Hustlers holla spiritual dope and dollars
Mala, whiskey sour
Beans and maca with my Queen
Front row Egyptian opera kool G Shocker
Pimp smack all your chakras
Holy rockers, Hindu pop-n-lockers
Body droppers, bang out tanks and choppers
Kingston flow might bring shanks and rastas
Black Italian, J gotti place a poster
Rap imposter, Dynamite pack they casas
Are you the next musical Hoffa?
Blood spilled dark red just
Like Cherokee Jaffa
Nothing to it, Kamachi just do it to prosper
Team death
Take ya starting spot on the roster ha ha ha

Yeah yeah i am terror
The crooked angel stand nearer
Kamachi rap Yeshua Ben Pandira
You take a bell from the glam era
Blind mohawk
Skinny jean Rogan in your man mirror
Body is in the Holy Land
You can be a sand sharer i am a mercenery
Understand the plan clearer tool bearer
Old head, mystical jewel wearer
True y'all, meditate in back of a poolhall
Eye drops for cyclops sipping in screwball
Billie Jean tied up in back of a U-Haul
Hundred grand
Religious scam right outta Utah don't poke
Scripture that they sniffing is too raw
One hit, absorb it all, ready to orbit off
Nuclear rap, Russian track, Mikhail Gorbachev
Go to hell, bought a blanket
Hope the floor is soft
Pitchfork, red G-string on the
Whore to tossed

Yeah, Kamalah yeah, Section-8 Egyptian
Mic Messiah chief Kamachi
Y'all know what it is juJu Mob
Yeah clock of Destiny
C'mon