Jedi Mind Tricks, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamachi - Gutta Music lyrics

Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here
Man yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze
Chief Kamach' shit got to change, baby

Yo, they put white picket fences
On all black houses
Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain
Since that "Feast" drop
Everybody on Shareef jock
I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok
While y'all was poppin' and lockin'
Doin' the beatbox
I was in the streets, ock
Mean Glock tryin' to be 'Pac
Wisdom came in the form
Of seein' teeth knocked great G's shot
Tell me when will the beef stop?
I don't think it ever will
That's why I might seem relaxed, dog
But I could never chill
If that shiesty bitch don't kill me


Then the cheddar will
You think like a man with no hands
We could never build
I'm from the era where they measured skill
And if you disrespected the mic
Then they disrespect your grill
The era was truly gone
But it's 'bout to be resurrected by the
Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Doggs, what?

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such is proven
We keep it fuckin' movin'
Ain't nothin' to it
This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such is proven
We keep it fuckin' movin'
Ain't nothin' to it

Yo, the forty days of wack MC's blown apart
Replenish the earth, last miracle
Noah's Ark rep like I own a art
Chief whole zone is dark
They want my mind and birth time
So they can clone the chart
Hallelujah, Hell 'll do ya, Messiah spark
Crown ruler, crush medulla's
We quiet hearts
While my slum street angel play a riot harp
Confusin' but amusin' to a
Mind that's smart
What you expect when you hear
The fresh fire start black sage, urban monk
Spiritually, you deserve the trunk
I got pistols with crystals
You pussies never heard the pump
Futuristic AK's make turbans jump
Leave bodies on the side 'til
The curb is sunk, deer Hunter

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such is proven
We keep it fuckin' movin'
Ain't nothin' to it
This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such is proven
We keep it fuckin' movin'
Ain't nothin' to it

With the Jake I'll never cooperate
A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake
I'll scar your face, Allah Akbar
God is great
You an animal that speak with the cops
Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza
Reef and Kamach' i'll feast on the crops
Leave your body bleedin' from shots
My stone hands leavin' you
With unbelievable knots
A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly
I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me
Military minded, shoot to kill
With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil
It's Lucifer's will, why Abyssinians fail
But Israeli troops 'll storm
The Palestinian jails
It ain't like we never lost before
I just think we should externalize
The cost of war
I'm like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks
Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure

This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such is proven
We keep it fuckin' movin'
Ain't nothin' to it
This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such is proven
We keep it fuckin' movin'
Ain't nothin' to it