Chief Kamachi - Peddlin\' Music lyrics

rate me

Yeah, JuJu Mob, kno'm'sain

Kamach, kno'm'sain

African Kingpin, kno'm'sain

Hustling these melodies forever, kno'm'sain

Change the world with this music, nah'mean

My man Charon Don, yeah, JuJu Mob

Yo, it's the velvet caine killer, I spark cooler

It's Young Dula - gold palace like a Baghdad ruler

Sipping blood and caluha, with some herb from Afrua

AK's ock, I got nuclear shit to do ya

Obliterated, no residue so the body count is fewer

I'm considerate; I give open caskets twice a year

Die before you; look at these hands, your life is there

My twin glocks, yo they're known as trifling pair

Hear shots in your dreams and you wake up and your wife's like...

"Honey calm down, that was just lightning there"

But the truth is that Kamach might be here

Straight killer, dressed in a God that the righteous wear

I'm a nigga that'll sell out heaven if the price is fair

Don't believe the hype cause nigga your plight is near

Graffiti covered my crook in heavenly stairs

My rep is there, dirty chalice full of everclear

Raised in lock ass like a pittbull's pup

Never see me on the strip stuck

I don't kick fuck

I know the game like my mama know my name

I blow brains like fiends blow caine

I was born into the dope game

Sweat tubes and rope chains

Hustling nigga the world just know my show name

The block hot, but the boy hustle propane

Smokes at the corner bar, just like a Soul Train

Rocks glisten now they sweating my whole gang

Like the way I stroll North Philly soul theme

Sweating my jewels maybe these my old frames

Just royalty, killa puffs a flow caine

Alecrim, raised on day long Rakim

Judge me not cause you ain't neva saw where I been

Hell without flames, way beyond Nextel's range

My necklace's frame below the microcell's in my veins

Oh my... show's wild what I bleed you read

So high... no guys could believe my steez

We the truth - selected to lead the youth

So what you do to the weed is what we do to the booth

This is head-trigger music, half nigga music

Something to blast for you sicker music

I rhyme with class, it's richer music

Don't confuse it, these punks is useless

I'm on the beat where the heat pumps thru speakers when boosting

Don't confuse it, these chumps is useless

I'm from the street where the heat speaks and few get excuses

Stupid! It's Chief Kamachi and Charon Don

It's impossible to stop me, that's like pause in God

I'm a pimp with knowledge so my mama sent me to college

Ever since everything I spit is been nauesas

Lyricism slash Prophet, ahead of my time

This for your grandchildren's kids as they sit and they vibe

So welcome to the game where the Ying meets the Yang

But seldom do the pains that we're in seize to change

Freak the beats, speak, keep 'em flame

With a sleek physique and keep a heat to aim

Repeat, repeat these waves

Eat defeat, the weak and lames

With a name that's so acclaimed you can't speak it in vain

Maintain, we try to drink, smoke, think and coke

Peddalin' music to survive while we eat these nuts

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