Chief Kamachi, Charon Don - Peddlin’ Music lyrics

Yeah, JuJu Mob, kno'm'sain
Kamach, kno'm'sain
African Kingpin, kno'm'sain
Hustling these melodies forever, kno'm'sain
Change the world with this music, nah'mean
My man Charon Don, yeah, JuJu Mob

Yo, it's the velvet caine killer
I spark cooler
It's Young Dula - gold palace
Like a Baghdad ruler
Sipping blood and Kahlua
With some herb from Afrua
AK's out, I got nuclear shit to do ya
Obliterated, no residue so the
Body count is fewer
I'm considerate I give open
Caskets twice a year
Die before you look at these hands
Your life is there my twin Glocks
Yo they're known as trifling pair
Hear shots in your dreams and you
Wake up and your wife's like
"Honey calm down
That was just lightning dear"
But the truth is that Kamachi might be here
Straight killer
Dressed in a garb that the righteous wear
I'm a nigga that'll sell out heaven
If the price is fair
Don't believe the hype cuz nigga
Your plight is near
Graffiti covered my crook n' heavenly stairs
My rep is there
Dirty chalice full of everclear
Raised in lock ass like a pittbull's pup
Never see me on the strip stuck
I don't kick fuck
I know the game like my mama know my name
I blow brains like fiends blow caine
I was born into the dope game
Sweat tubes and rope chains
Hustling nigga the world just
Know my show name
The block hot, but the boy hustle propane
Smokes at the corner bar
Just like a Soul Train
Rocks glisten now they sweating my whole gang
Like the way I stroll North Philly soul theme
Sweating my jewels maybe these my old frames
Just royalty, killa plus a flow caine

Alecrim, raised on day long Rakim
Judge me not cuz you ain't
Neva saw where I been hell without flames
Way beyond Nextel's range
My necklace's frame below the
Microcell's in my veins
Oh my show's wild what I bleed you read
So high no guys could believe my steez
We the truth - selected to lead the youth
So what you do to the weed is
What we do to the booth
This is head-trigger music, half nigga music
Something to blast for you sick ah music
I rhyme with class, it's richer music
Don't confuse it, these punks is useless
I'm on the beat where the heat
Pumps through speakers when boosting
Don't confuse it, these chumps is useless
I'm from the street where the heat
Speaks and few get excuses
Stupid! It's Chief Kamachi and Charon Don
It's impossible to stop me
That's like pausin' God
I'm a pimp with knowledge so my
Mama sent me to college
Ever since everything I spit is been nauseous
Lyricist slash Prophet, ahead of my time
Fit for your grandchildren's kids as
They sit and they vibe
So welcome to the game where
The Yin meets the Yang
But seldom do the pains that
We're in cease to change
Freak the beats, speak, keep 'em flame
With a sleek physique and keep heat to aim
Repeat, repeat these waves
Eat defeat, the weak and lames
With a name that's so acclaimed you
Can't speak it in vain
Maintain, we try to drink, smoke
Think and cope
Peddalin' music to survive while
We ink these notes listen