Chief Kamachi, Killah Priest - All Hail lyrics
[Chief Kamachi, Killah Priest - All Hail lyrics]
Kamachi yeah, Kamachi & Priest
The Chapel doors are back open haha! YEAH!
I don't bargain wit the devil
Or the sin he produce
Before I sell my people out
You can string up a noose
I'm a Zulu, I laugh at the lightning of Zeus
The light from my aura
Enough to ripen the fruit's
A mic and some truths, enlighten the youths
Rap Jihad, my voice make salat on the loops
Arabian Knights
Prayer rugs kept in the booth
To the east my brother
Where I step wit the troops
Keep coming back making sure the
Rest can get loose
Like O Harriet, Holy Land
Sail in the chariot
My body gold from the land
Where they buried it mother earth my first
No choice but to marry it
Burdens of the world is cool, how I carry it
I'm not a snitch or Judas Iscariot
How could I fear bid? Nigga here it is
You love Ferraris and Barbie's
We build pyramids
We from different minds, different continents
Different consciousness, different Prophets
Different times, Kamachi & Priest
The Church of Philly and
Brook give us donations
Don't give us the look
Cuz we don't live by the word
We live wit the book
I see something classic is happening
The people is hook
Its real hip-hop, you should be taking a look
Its real hip-hop, you should be taking a look
Ayo, y'all better 'All Hail'
Or when the King's come, voice is all yell
Bless us and sing some
I emerge from crack smoke, rats and roaches
Gats that poke, young cats that wrap up dope
The hopeless, I'm poor man's dream
Moorish King, the locust, over the spectrum
Priest the Nephilim
Focus - your eyes on the eagle
Cathedrals size I'm holding, a pen lethal
A needle inscribed, the dopeness
Pharaoh headdress, right before my bed rest
Commercial raps singing hooks
I can care less a mystery books
Sacred beater on my bed chest
Priest Osiris, black chalk around my eye lids
Gold mask, broad nose and wide lips
Writing papyrus, light inside my iris
Sight of a psychic, coloring flows
My mic's a pilot
When it comes to hook I'm like a Pirate
Priest-Kamachi we ether the body
Flood streets like Tsunamis
Bring heat like when you eat wasabi
Priest the skeleton, my words is the flesh
The flow is the melanin, song is the breath
My rhyme's the medicine
It can cure after death
My mind's the Afterlife, the thought
These are the words I manifest and invest
Yeah, so there you have it
It's not just a rumor, it's real
Real hip-hop is back up in the building
Chief Kamachi & Killah Priest, collobo
HAHAHAHA, laugh at all you fakes
Know'what'I'mean? UGH, don't get scared
Don't run g-Sciples! Shout it out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, just thug it out
Guerilla, guerilla ya self, side 2 side
Just guerilla ya self
The Chapel doors are back open haha! YEAH!
I don't bargain wit the devil
Or the sin he produce
Before I sell my people out
You can string up a noose
I'm a Zulu, I laugh at the lightning of Zeus
The light from my aura
Enough to ripen the fruit's
A mic and some truths, enlighten the youths
Rap Jihad, my voice make salat on the loops
Arabian Knights
Prayer rugs kept in the booth
To the east my brother
Where I step wit the troops
Keep coming back making sure the
Rest can get loose
Like O Harriet, Holy Land
Sail in the chariot
My body gold from the land
Where they buried it mother earth my first
No choice but to marry it
Burdens of the world is cool, how I carry it
I'm not a snitch or Judas Iscariot
How could I fear bid? Nigga here it is
You love Ferraris and Barbie's
We build pyramids
We from different minds, different continents
Different consciousness, different Prophets
Different times, Kamachi & Priest
The Church of Philly and
Brook give us donations
Don't give us the look
Cuz we don't live by the word
We live wit the book
I see something classic is happening
The people is hook
Its real hip-hop, you should be taking a look
Its real hip-hop, you should be taking a look
Ayo, y'all better 'All Hail'
Or when the King's come, voice is all yell
Bless us and sing some
I emerge from crack smoke, rats and roaches
Gats that poke, young cats that wrap up dope
The hopeless, I'm poor man's dream
Moorish King, the locust, over the spectrum
Priest the Nephilim
Focus - your eyes on the eagle
Cathedrals size I'm holding, a pen lethal
A needle inscribed, the dopeness
Pharaoh headdress, right before my bed rest
Commercial raps singing hooks
I can care less a mystery books
Sacred beater on my bed chest
Priest Osiris, black chalk around my eye lids
Gold mask, broad nose and wide lips
Writing papyrus, light inside my iris
Sight of a psychic, coloring flows
My mic's a pilot
When it comes to hook I'm like a Pirate
Priest-Kamachi we ether the body
Flood streets like Tsunamis
Bring heat like when you eat wasabi
Priest the skeleton, my words is the flesh
The flow is the melanin, song is the breath
My rhyme's the medicine
It can cure after death
My mind's the Afterlife, the thought
These are the words I manifest and invest
Yeah, so there you have it
It's not just a rumor, it's real
Real hip-hop is back up in the building
Chief Kamachi & Killah Priest, collobo
HAHAHAHA, laugh at all you fakes
Know'what'I'mean? UGH, don't get scared
Don't run g-Sciples! Shout it out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, just thug it out
Guerilla, guerilla ya self, side 2 side
Just guerilla ya self