Chief Kamachi, State Store - Still Searching lyrics
[Chief Kamachi, State Store - Still Searching lyrics]
I feel like they stealing my soul out here
Man, I don't know what they believe in, man
Kno'm'sain? We've tried everything
Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute
Shit, what the fuck, kno'm'sain?
Must be CREAM
Yo I'm from the dunya
Where losing life don't mean nothing to ya
You still wallowing in my misery
Praying for to deliver us
Looking at the sky wondering why
The angels don't visit me?
I've searched for so long
That I slapped the wind crazy
Screaming "Fuck you Lord"
Cuz mommy dead and you let
The state take her babies
And I'm starting to think the
Church stealing my gravy is it so? Is it so?
Cuz if it is than me and you need to rap
Cuz I done wasted all these years
And for you fucking up a
Little child's head like that
I was searching for something
That wasn't there giving all my love to
Something that didn't care
Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air
And the rest of me was here still searching
They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
But ain't no goods in my hood
And I stroll past a boarded up Church
And you expect me to believe that
The Lord is at work? Pay tithes, nigga
I ain't gotta dime for that jerk
A hungry man don't eat
Off no Biblical excerpt and he don't pray
He just hope that his vest work in the dunya
Where they won't hesitate to tomb ya
Don't cope and from aldehyde fume ya
You wear your cross
But do it give you power?
Look at your environment
Your grandmom in Church every Sunday
The Preacher pay but she's 75
And can't think about retirement
Now put that in your fucking collection plate
Been damn near lost my fucking mind out here
Fucking wit'chall, man
And these fucking religions, man
I'm fucking God
And what the fuck you think about that?
It's the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach!
Cult Status! Nah'mean! Philadelphia!
(Adlibs by State Store) kamachi! G O D
Messiah! on the M I C kamachi! G O D
Messiah! on the M I C kamachi! G O D
Messiah! on the M I C
Man, I don't know what they believe in, man
Kno'm'sain? We've tried everything
Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute
Shit, what the fuck, kno'm'sain?
Must be CREAM
Yo I'm from the dunya
Where losing life don't mean nothing to ya
You still wallowing in my misery
Praying for to deliver us
Looking at the sky wondering why
The angels don't visit me?
I've searched for so long
That I slapped the wind crazy
Screaming "Fuck you Lord"
Cuz mommy dead and you let
The state take her babies
And I'm starting to think the
Church stealing my gravy is it so? Is it so?
Cuz if it is than me and you need to rap
Cuz I done wasted all these years
And for you fucking up a
Little child's head like that
I was searching for something
That wasn't there giving all my love to
Something that didn't care
Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air
And the rest of me was here still searching
They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
But ain't no goods in my hood
And I stroll past a boarded up Church
And you expect me to believe that
The Lord is at work? Pay tithes, nigga
I ain't gotta dime for that jerk
A hungry man don't eat
Off no Biblical excerpt and he don't pray
He just hope that his vest work in the dunya
Where they won't hesitate to tomb ya
Don't cope and from aldehyde fume ya
You wear your cross
But do it give you power?
Look at your environment
Your grandmom in Church every Sunday
The Preacher pay but she's 75
And can't think about retirement
Now put that in your fucking collection plate
Been damn near lost my fucking mind out here
Fucking wit'chall, man
And these fucking religions, man
I'm fucking God
And what the fuck you think about that?
It's the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach!
Cult Status! Nah'mean! Philadelphia!
(Adlibs by State Store) kamachi! G O D
Messiah! on the M I C kamachi! G O D
Messiah! on the M I C kamachi! G O D
Messiah! on the M I C