Chief Kamachi - Rise And Rhyme lyrics

Rise & Rhyme lessons from the black sage
I'm really a street priest
Conjuring the rap craze
I meditate and blow the walls
Off the bat caves
Pookie Andretti doing 90 in the crack maze
Little Shareef duffle bag full of black k's
I am the product of the
Families that trap race
Got knowledge of self during
My early rap phase still Brand Nubian
Divine when the track plays
But I don't see twinkle in the sun rays
Bodies on their last flight
Preparing for the runway
Mother name is all set
Talked to her on Monday
Her son is a JuJu man
No need for the gun play
Sit down focus well, write a potent spell
Jewels for the block
But I ain't got no coke to sell
Passages from Malcolm X
Old heads quote in jail no liberty
So it's deliberately they broke the bell
Yawn on the White House lawn
After I smoke an L
Critically acclaimed then politically I'm
Dope as hell
Guru of Uhuru, still yellow Zulu
Niggas get a little gold and act
Like they never knew you

Rise & Rhyme wake up to the wrong rock
The sun is my rhymes the
Mic is my alarm clock
I've been dreaming this for years
Now I'm on top open the eyes of the world
When this bomb drop

Rise & Rhyme let a Wiseman school me more
Open my rap book it's just
Like a jewelry store
Ancestors told me take the path
Where the evil soar
Had a dark aura, power of illegal law
Brother you're a warrior came here
To free the poor pain in my voice pitch
Words of the deeper call
Aunt Jemima old as shit still
Gotta sweep the floor
Sambo's thinking they're Rambo's for
This evil war ignorance is bliss
Why they killing people for?
Devil versus God
Let the cemetery keep the score
Been left Africa, barely can see the shore
Now I'm back home put the
Pen to the paper more out on the block had a
Different form of strict focus
I studied cult leaders
Different forms of hypnosis
I use the studio to give
The world a mind-state i studied Kabala
Plus I studied the crime rate
Look at what the rhyme make
Icing on divine cake african gangster shit
Dinner with a fine date
Chilling by the pyramids
Nibbling on a wine grape
Nothing but food for thought
Jungles full of primates


I stand and take a bow
Feeling holier than thou
In the center of the square
Or maybe it's a pentagram?
Look like the pentagon the side
That the center's on
With earthquake machines flick a switch
Turn the tremors on
It ain't nothing that ain't
Never did in Hollywood
Truth for ten bucks on the screen
Watch it it's probably good
The subliminal, visual, audio
Digital, energy, inimical
Penalty is criminal, niggas in the coke lab
Cutting up the chemicals
Can tap to a higher self
Fucked up our tentacles
It's been a long time now
Close to the pentacle
The hieroglyphs and what I spit is identical
Malah, musical scholar with the medicine
Vaccine for the rap scene
When the letters spin
Victorious another medal for the veteran
Legendary ten years plus after this February
So let's celebrate another devil
Head to bury come and hurry
You know the saying "Son the more to Mary"