Jim Kelly, State Store - Jim Kelly lyrics
[Jim Kelly, State Store - Jim Kelly lyrics]
Yo, Kamachi, yo i get all in the zone
They worshippin' fall of the throne
Kamachi wicked life the walls with
The ever soul of Ramone
Hustler, energy, tone, make my remedies known
In the lab for a lifetime
Tryna get my ministry cloned
Callin' African tone, just minus the bongos
My voice and the beat is
Such an immaculate combo
Don't let ya skin touch the
Teeth of this poisonous Mamba
To make music for US ghettos
And kids in the Congo
The King of the Ahmose
Artillery gun sambo's
Play the 'Death Choir'
Halo tilted in my heavenly condo
What can you say but he's a warrior
(yeah, Messiah back now comin'
For that crack crown)
What can you say but he's a warrior
(The sun still shinin' but God
Will neva back down)
I don't care if ya barrels is blown
The magical Pharaoh is home
Kamachi crossed the water and sang
The same carols in Rome
Kangols and Heron bones don't mean
You from that era holmes
I break dance in heavens home
Drop-kick a Reverend's dome
There's 12-Disciples
My murder's made of 11 Rome
Don't know my rep as a killer
Millions in shekels of silver
Pimp stroll thru Israel
Flossin' my necklace is realer
See my name in hieroglyphics
Get tossed from the pillars
Yeah I'm itchy to pull it
And baptise 'em wit bullets
Give 'em 20 watts and they think
That my light is the fullest c'mon
Yo I fathered the game
Underworld honor my name
Kamachi got 'em shook like ten
Arabs on wobblin' planes the jungle smoke
Residue from a tropical strain
Specialists examine my cells to see
What's inside of my brain slang dope - DMC
Pay them full wit a lotta chains
Pop-lock in acid rain
Polonium caskets claimed humble my self
Help you get you some faster fame
Pay for his funeral and do a
Show in the bastards name
They worshippin' fall of the throne
Kamachi wicked life the walls with
The ever soul of Ramone
Hustler, energy, tone, make my remedies known
In the lab for a lifetime
Tryna get my ministry cloned
Callin' African tone, just minus the bongos
My voice and the beat is
Such an immaculate combo
Don't let ya skin touch the
Teeth of this poisonous Mamba
To make music for US ghettos
And kids in the Congo
The King of the Ahmose
Artillery gun sambo's
Play the 'Death Choir'
Halo tilted in my heavenly condo
What can you say but he's a warrior
(yeah, Messiah back now comin'
For that crack crown)
What can you say but he's a warrior
(The sun still shinin' but God
Will neva back down)
I don't care if ya barrels is blown
The magical Pharaoh is home
Kamachi crossed the water and sang
The same carols in Rome
Kangols and Heron bones don't mean
You from that era holmes
I break dance in heavens home
Drop-kick a Reverend's dome
There's 12-Disciples
My murder's made of 11 Rome
Don't know my rep as a killer
Millions in shekels of silver
Pimp stroll thru Israel
Flossin' my necklace is realer
See my name in hieroglyphics
Get tossed from the pillars
Yeah I'm itchy to pull it
And baptise 'em wit bullets
Give 'em 20 watts and they think
That my light is the fullest c'mon
Yo I fathered the game
Underworld honor my name
Kamachi got 'em shook like ten
Arabs on wobblin' planes the jungle smoke
Residue from a tropical strain
Specialists examine my cells to see
What's inside of my brain slang dope - DMC
Pay them full wit a lotta chains
Pop-lock in acid rain
Polonium caskets claimed humble my self
Help you get you some faster fame
Pay for his funeral and do a
Show in the bastards name