Chief Kamachi - Kamalah lyrics

rate me

Dark path I folla'

Ritual of Kamalah

The same scholar

Candle still burning the squalor

Divine styler

Ruby

Burning bush, Hindu kush

The smell of masala

Growler, two assassins Karim & Attala

In the Mosque giving gun da'wah

Steel Umbrella, stroll thru a sun shower

It's the hell on Earth hour

You know His powers

Spliff from a lotus flower

Do it till death

Africa to Okinawa

Master builders, 720 the focus hours

Math precise, the storm that broke towers

I'll be here for 400 years like the Sufi Bawa

My higher, it's the life of the Mic Messiah

Street friar, half Jesus, half Richard Pryor

Bloody beef is what the teeth of a Pit desire

Take 'em back to the strip with a clip to fire

Yeah...

Kamalah, rap scholar

Around the globe, you still hearing my name

Kamalah

See the seven crosses dangle from my herringbone chain

Yeah... yeah...

I still spit street Kabbalah

Tryna reach Kavala

Holes in the dirt

The Earth needs souls to swollow

Scope and prowlers

Lion paws, choke koalas

Hustlers holla

Spiritual dope and dollars

Mala, whiskey sour

Beans and maca with my Queen

Front row Egyptian opera

Schwoogie shocker

Pimp smack all your chakras

Holy rockers, Hindu pop-n-lock'as

Body droppers, bang out tanks and choppers

Case of flow might bring shanks and rastas

Black Italian, J. Gotti place a poster

Rap imposter, Dynamite pack they cost us

Are you the next musical Hoffa?

Blood spilled dark red just like Cherokee Jaffa

Nothing to it, Kamachi just do it to prosper

Team death, take ya start on a spot on the roster

Yeah...

Yeah... yeah... I am terror

The crooked angel stand nearer

Kamachi rap Yeshua Ben Pandira

You take a bell from the Glen Eira

Blind mohawk, skinny jean Rogan in your man mirror

Body is in the Holy Land

You can be a sand shore

I am a mercenery

Understand the plan clearer

Tool bearer

Old head, mystical jewel wearer

School y'all, meditate in back of a poolhall

Eye drop the cyclops sipping in school ball

Billie Jean tied up in back of a U-Haul

Hundred grand, religion scam right outta Utah

Don't poke, scripture that they sniffing is too raw

One hit, absorb it all, ready to orbit off

Nuclear rap, Russian track, Mikhail Gorbachev

Go to hell, bought a blanket, hope the floor is soft

Pitchfork, red G-string on the whore that's tossed

Yeah, Kamalah

Yeah, Section-8 Egyptian

Mic Messiah

Chief Kamachi

Y'all know what it is

JuJu Mob

Yeah

Clock of Destiny

C'mon