Chief Kamachi - Let The Organs Play lyrics

Yeah, Kamalah i'm back on my zone
Yeah, I'm back on my zone
Yeah, it feel good baby it feel good baby
C'mon yeah

Let the organs play it's the only way
Let the organs play it's the only way
I think I'm sane they say psycho
They say I'm Damian i think I'm Michael
Let the organs play it's the only way

I still spit on the mic sicker
Summon the demons in the night quicker
Blink my right eye
Watch all the lights flicker
Disco ball 40 the poltergeist liquor
Street nigga experimenting with white Wicca
To the left path conjure a sign
Platinum pentagram and in the crime of kind
All my street niggas saying Chief
Out of his mine
The black devil worshipers swallowing swine
Do you believe that?
Bodies in hell give me feedback
Hands on the old Ouija board and a weed sack
Witches from Salem bring me dinero
Neanderthal whores, Iceberg is their hero
Pimp cycle, little disturbed if I might say
Eyes from billy goat make
The curry real spicy
Kamalah, fresh blood, the flesh on the collar
Smiling, strolling out of a funeral parlor
Yeah

Yeah, Kamachi, black candles and chainsaws
Project Lecter, big bowl full of brain slaw
Caterpillar boots, pitchfork and plain shaw
Seen Lucifer, we shop at the same mall
Dope, snorted out of a dead dame's bra
Look in the sky
Think I can make the rain fall?
Maybe I'm high? Maybe I'm lonely?
Blasphemous, did God really do
Something to me?
Got a debt with the angels, fuck it
Just sue me i'm in the high court
Tryna get a buck from your homie
Heard the story, love every word was glory
Phantom of the Opera, playing in purgatory
She needed a chaperone
Ready to ask ya holmes
Sexy, sicko, jerk with a fractured bone
Evil and ecstacy, that's my master zone
Pretty dead fuck, no need to cap a dome
C'mon

Yeah, I never felt so freer
Rapper lungs taste like quesadillas
One slice is nice, some mala and pizzeria's
Killer Qi Gong, weed bong
Give em some bloody tofu
Stew from South Korea
Messiah man, burning bush in a frying pan
Black smoke and miracles come
Out the diaphragm
B-boy deathlehem walk by the lamb
Whole world possessed, gotta try to jam
Serious, murdering aliens, mysterious
They say I'm a disgrace to
The race and delirious search the net
See if my magic ain't working yet
Rush from some elephant tusks and a Percocet
Mala, brain of a genius sold for dollars
Beheaded scholars in the back of old Impalas
Treachery, triple 6-shot trajectory
Everybody bored in a morgue
What you expect to be? Yeah

Yeah, Kamalah, come on, yeah
I wave the wand, ha ha
When you step into the lavish circle
Yeah, Kamalah yeah, Juju Mob