Chief Kamachi, State Store - U Try lyrics
[Chief Kamachi, State Store - U Try lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, JuJu Mob, Dirty Deacon
Kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, kamach, c'mon
Its' like
You keep tellin' 'em the same thing
Same shit, kno'm'sayin', fall back man
Candy ass niggas, ayo check it out
Yo, if I ain't have a mic I'll
Be flyin' kites from a cell
Respect me like I'mma Al-Qaeda
Leader in jail and my prison pose my arms
All swell like Melle Mel
Do you hear me like the
Prophet heard the Angel Gabri-el
Booooom! You know what that mean
Don't risk it
Camoflauge y'all be a murderous mystique
Wanna hustle, scramble nine millie jam
Devil worship - dance on the pentagram
Me and the Dirty Deac church
Full of nerdy freaks
Choir girls that like to fuck in the pews
Give 'em vodka and holy water if
They stuck in the blues
I'ma heathen, I love slangin' and thievin'
Cold hearted love to see families grievin'
Right into the darkness their
Souls is leavin' minister Mach
This my sermon for the evenin'
Thank the Lord for the
Wise words who receivin'
Don't eva go against the code
It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes
When my sandals touch the
Sand the ministry rose
When I stood up, lights out
The industry froze
Bear witness to the Wooly hair
You know how it goes
K A M A C H I another chapter is closed
Bear witness to the Wooly hair
You know how it goes
K A M A C H I another chapter is closed
C'mon
Don't - you - eva - try - to
- come - and - test - us test - us
You'kno'm'sayin' I keep tellin' y'all
To stop playin'
You'kno'm'sayin' - you'know'I'mean
This ain't no game
When you come to my Church
You listen to my gospel
You'kno'm'sayin', c'mon' Dirty Deacon
Sing it, c'mon
Y'all just don't learn do y'all, ha ha
Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya lanes
One more time
Project paths, there's brick weed
The hustle dime, the dust
Call me the Deacon preachin' for
All the henny thugs for any victim I leave
Splashin' in gorilla blood
I speak sermon that evolved by the semi slugs
My shine Bishop Juan
Betty showed me plenty love
Holy communion reefer clouds
Over veggie grubs
My crap shooters throw bones for a dirty dub
Since a kid I played the
Block where the stash was
So every word will flame from
A dutch that hashed up
I'm State Store, North Philly get ya cash up
My congregation a hundred shorties
Wit fat butts i'm warrior style
You over print on my black tux
I hold it down
Drink a liquor out of glass cups
I see visions, I'mma psychic for a fast buck
Ride in the hood
Dirty bikin' and a dump truck
I'm State Store 'Death Choir'
For my vultures
Yeah, you'know'm'sayin'
Dirty Deacon they just don't learn
You'kno'm'sayin', you know each one keep
Steppin' into the zone
You'kno'm'sayin', this is our zone
You'kno'm'sayin', we own this right here
You'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya own galaxy
You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here
You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here
Hahaha
You'kno'I'mean, JuJu Mob, Death Choir
C'mon
Kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, kamach, c'mon
Its' like
You keep tellin' 'em the same thing
Same shit, kno'm'sayin', fall back man
Candy ass niggas, ayo check it out
Yo, if I ain't have a mic I'll
Be flyin' kites from a cell
Respect me like I'mma Al-Qaeda
Leader in jail and my prison pose my arms
All swell like Melle Mel
Do you hear me like the
Prophet heard the Angel Gabri-el
Booooom! You know what that mean
Don't risk it
Camoflauge y'all be a murderous mystique
Wanna hustle, scramble nine millie jam
Devil worship - dance on the pentagram
Me and the Dirty Deac church
Full of nerdy freaks
Choir girls that like to fuck in the pews
Give 'em vodka and holy water if
They stuck in the blues
I'ma heathen, I love slangin' and thievin'
Cold hearted love to see families grievin'
Right into the darkness their
Souls is leavin' minister Mach
This my sermon for the evenin'
Thank the Lord for the
Wise words who receivin'
Don't eva go against the code
It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes
When my sandals touch the
Sand the ministry rose
When I stood up, lights out
The industry froze
Bear witness to the Wooly hair
You know how it goes
K A M A C H I another chapter is closed
Bear witness to the Wooly hair
You know how it goes
K A M A C H I another chapter is closed
C'mon
Don't - you - eva - try - to
- come - and - test - us test - us
You'kno'm'sayin' I keep tellin' y'all
To stop playin'
You'kno'm'sayin' - you'know'I'mean
This ain't no game
When you come to my Church
You listen to my gospel
You'kno'm'sayin', c'mon' Dirty Deacon
Sing it, c'mon
Y'all just don't learn do y'all, ha ha
Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya lanes
One more time
Project paths, there's brick weed
The hustle dime, the dust
Call me the Deacon preachin' for
All the henny thugs for any victim I leave
Splashin' in gorilla blood
I speak sermon that evolved by the semi slugs
My shine Bishop Juan
Betty showed me plenty love
Holy communion reefer clouds
Over veggie grubs
My crap shooters throw bones for a dirty dub
Since a kid I played the
Block where the stash was
So every word will flame from
A dutch that hashed up
I'm State Store, North Philly get ya cash up
My congregation a hundred shorties
Wit fat butts i'm warrior style
You over print on my black tux
I hold it down
Drink a liquor out of glass cups
I see visions, I'mma psychic for a fast buck
Ride in the hood
Dirty bikin' and a dump truck
I'm State Store 'Death Choir'
For my vultures
Yeah, you'know'm'sayin'
Dirty Deacon they just don't learn
You'kno'm'sayin', you know each one keep
Steppin' into the zone
You'kno'm'sayin', this is our zone
You'kno'm'sayin', we own this right here
You'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya own galaxy
You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here
You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here
Hahaha
You'kno'I'mean, JuJu Mob, Death Choir
C'mon