Chief Kamachi, Guru - The Best lyrics
[Chief Kamachi, Guru - The Best lyrics]
Cult Status kamach
My man Guru, Baldhead Slick
Nah'mean, it's legendary
Yo, Kamachi, Philly's my official strip
Past streets' scientific what I hit you with
The mind of an African initiate
I use my magic to murder any clique you get
Don't need to click a clip
I'm in the jungle where the Apollo stick
More powerful than any hollow tips
I'm out there like I blew
Up on the Apollo ship
I don't listen to Earth
Radio or follow hit's
I'm a die for this hip-hop home I fought
And Guru got the temple of
The bones that's bought
So I can create a world
Where my poems is taught
And now I got 'em caught
Like high heals on the
Cracks of the boardwalk
Blood from their mouth when I
Give 'em the sword talk
Keep my eyes open like a war hawk
Their slugs melt
But I think they need more assault
When my black candles burning in the
Middle of white floor chalk kamach!
"Mothafuckaz know who's the best"
"Kamachi" "Call me Guru"
"Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, let me do my thang"
Bring it on
But make sure intentions are pure
Cuz like the saying goes - "All's
Fair in love and war"
Fuck they wanna try to dead a brotha for?
My bags are packed I'm bout to
Head out for another tour while back home
All the shorties learn to back chrome
They catch you slipping
You could get hit to the back of your dome
The New York blocks are still scorching
Word up! And it's the same down in Philly
And the same up in Boston
Down South and out West
Some don't move without vest
I feel a couple of rappers
But I doubt the rest
Cuz I can tell they don't know
What they in it for
They know their whole steez is weak
But won't even admit it at all
Don't wanna play the game by the rules
So again, the blind leads the blind
The fools is lead by the fools
And picture me not setting it straight
Uh, that's like a fat kid at
A cookout not getting a plate so bring it on
Ayo I'm humble and calm but
I still rumble and bum
Any fugase lazy rapper I crumble on my palm
They play rules, and they can never rock me
I'm well protected
Well connected and I rock Kamachi
I'm about to Oz back
From the culture stealers
Cuz we'll never see power unless we
Let our culture heal us
The strongest people
Call us the soul survivors
So beware of the burning sands
And the molten lava
Yo the God known to control
Every cycle and season
This my Holy Land commercial
Ass disciples is leaving
When I hit 'em with this
Automatic rifle I'm breathing
And send their souls right back
To the spiritual regions
My show gives listeners a miracle evening
Mary's womb is the spot that
My voice was conceived in
Now understand me or what
You should believe in
Don't care about my wrist as
Long as melanin is freezing
Word up
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Stupid, yeah it's your man Guru
Gang Starr representing, AKA Baldhead Slick
Kno'm'sain, I'm in the house
With my man Kamach straight like that
Philly to New York to Worldwide
Will put an end to your fronting behavior
That's wazzup, shit's about to change
You heard
My man Guru, Baldhead Slick
Nah'mean, it's legendary
Yo, Kamachi, Philly's my official strip
Past streets' scientific what I hit you with
The mind of an African initiate
I use my magic to murder any clique you get
Don't need to click a clip
I'm in the jungle where the Apollo stick
More powerful than any hollow tips
I'm out there like I blew
Up on the Apollo ship
I don't listen to Earth
Radio or follow hit's
I'm a die for this hip-hop home I fought
And Guru got the temple of
The bones that's bought
So I can create a world
Where my poems is taught
And now I got 'em caught
Like high heals on the
Cracks of the boardwalk
Blood from their mouth when I
Give 'em the sword talk
Keep my eyes open like a war hawk
Their slugs melt
But I think they need more assault
When my black candles burning in the
Middle of white floor chalk kamach!
"Mothafuckaz know who's the best"
"Kamachi" "Call me Guru"
"Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, let me do my thang"
Bring it on
But make sure intentions are pure
Cuz like the saying goes - "All's
Fair in love and war"
Fuck they wanna try to dead a brotha for?
My bags are packed I'm bout to
Head out for another tour while back home
All the shorties learn to back chrome
They catch you slipping
You could get hit to the back of your dome
The New York blocks are still scorching
Word up! And it's the same down in Philly
And the same up in Boston
Down South and out West
Some don't move without vest
I feel a couple of rappers
But I doubt the rest
Cuz I can tell they don't know
What they in it for
They know their whole steez is weak
But won't even admit it at all
Don't wanna play the game by the rules
So again, the blind leads the blind
The fools is lead by the fools
And picture me not setting it straight
Uh, that's like a fat kid at
A cookout not getting a plate so bring it on
Ayo I'm humble and calm but
I still rumble and bum
Any fugase lazy rapper I crumble on my palm
They play rules, and they can never rock me
I'm well protected
Well connected and I rock Kamachi
I'm about to Oz back
From the culture stealers
Cuz we'll never see power unless we
Let our culture heal us
The strongest people
Call us the soul survivors
So beware of the burning sands
And the molten lava
Yo the God known to control
Every cycle and season
This my Holy Land commercial
Ass disciples is leaving
When I hit 'em with this
Automatic rifle I'm breathing
And send their souls right back
To the spiritual regions
My show gives listeners a miracle evening
Mary's womb is the spot that
My voice was conceived in
Now understand me or what
You should believe in
Don't care about my wrist as
Long as melanin is freezing
Word up
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Stupid, yeah it's your man Guru
Gang Starr representing, AKA Baldhead Slick
Kno'm'sain, I'm in the house
With my man Kamach straight like that
Philly to New York to Worldwide
Will put an end to your fronting behavior
That's wazzup, shit's about to change
You heard