Chief Kamachi - 777 lyrics

rate me

Yo, the son of genius out the womb of an Immaculate lady

From the Tigris and the Euphrates

Study endplates, slangin' crack in the 80's

Tainted the black in our babies

My religion is Brand Nubian, the sunshine raised me

From platinum to shrapnel parts, I laugh at charts

Gave the world math and arts to craft the sharp

Lead you to the temple door the path is dark

Fill ya mind with gold I never sold I have the spark

I make music for spiritual reasons

Inhale with the heathens deeply possessed

The smell of death in the regions

The source of the murderous force that you are receivin'

Was the value of the relics that I left for retrievin'

These jams in Bethlehem the people believin'

Three Wise Men got their eyes on the sky this evenin'

All they see is purple smoke from the lye we breathin'

When the pen bleed don't think the Hebrew scribe is grievin'

It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens

The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods

Yo, I send the Earth miracle rain from the spiritual plane

You a comedy king, had an hysterical reign

So you being a king to me... that's unbearable shame

So I'm back, gimme my crown and you wearin' my chain

Kamachi in different languages, you hearin' my name

Stay on my comp to reign

Like the Moors when they conquered Spain

Moon and Aries - Sun and Aquarius

Gemini risin', flow so mysterious

Look at my legacy, the landmarks in my areas

So many priceless jewels, marble interiors

Ain't no question whose art is superior

Witch doctor medicine for musical malaria

Yeah I'm here ain't no fearin' my aura

They say the wise die like old Prophets holdin' the Torah

And gangstas go one shot thru the fedora

This for my ock's makin' salat readin' the surah

They say the speech is pure

I wrap the mind map of a street explorer

That's tryna reach Aurora - Borealis

Three long hits from the chalice

Make you zone from the project steps to a palace

C'mon...

Yo, I'm still shinin' like the stars feel free at night

They on their grind tryna find how I see the light

Black cabalist studyin' the Tree of Life

Mystical degrees I write, enlighten emcees tonight

Thru the mind of God is how I recieved the mic

With three 7's that could rearrange a heathens life

Livin' proof the truth, you couldn't believe the hype

Wrestle with Michael made the chump Angel leave the fight