Chief Kamachi - U Try lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, JuJu Mob, Dirty Deacon

Kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, kamach, c'mon

It's' like, you keep tellin' 'em the same thing

Same shit, kno'm'sayin', fall back man

Candy ass niggas, ayo check it out

Yo, if I ain't have a mic I'll be flyin' kites from a cell

Respect me like I'm a Al-Qaeda leader in jail

And my prison pose my arms all swell like Melle Mel

Do you hear me like the Prophet heard the Angel Gabri-el

Booooom! You know what that mean, don't risk it

Camoflauge y'all be a murderous mystique

Wanna hustle, scramble nine millie jam

Devil worship - dance on the pentagram

Me and the Dirty Deac. Church full of nerdy freaks

Choir girls that like to fuck in the pews

Give 'em vodka and holy water if they stuck in the blues

I'm a heathen, I love slangin' and thievin'

Cold hearted love to see families grievin'

Right into the darkness their souls is leavin'

Minister Mach, this my sermon for the evenin'

Thank the Lord for the wise words who receivin'

Don't eva go against the code

It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes

When my sandals touch the sand the ministry rose

When I stood up, lights out, the industry froze

Bear witness to the Wooly hair, you know how it goes

K A M A C H I another chapter is closed

Bear witness to the Wooly hair, you know how it goes

K A M A C H I another chapter is closed

C'mon...

Don't - you - eva - try - to - come - and - test - us

Test - us

You'kno'm'sayin' I keep tellin' y'all to stop playin'

You'kno'm'sayin' - you'know'I'mean, this ain't no game

When you come to my Church you listen to my gospel

You'kno'm'sayin', c'mon' Dirty Deacon, sing it, c'mon

Y'all just don't learn do y'all, ha-ha

Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya lanes, one more time

Project paths, there's brick weed, the hustle dime, the dust

Call me the Deacon preachin' for all the henny thugs

For any victim I leave splashin' in gorilla blood

I speak sermon that evolved by the semi slugs

My shine Bishop Juan, Betty showed me plenty love

Holy communion reefer clouds over veggie grubs

My crap shooters throw bones for a dirty dub

Since a kid I played the block where the stash was

So every word will flame from a dutch that hashed up

I'm State Store, North Philly get ya cash up

My congregation a hundred shorties with fat butts

I'm warrior style, you over print on my black tux

I hold it down, drink a liquor out of glass cups

I see visions, I'm a psychic for a fast buck

Ride in the hood, dirty bikin' and a dump truck

I'm State Store 'Death Choir' for my vultures

Yeah, you'know'm'sayin', Dirty Deacon they just don't learn

You'kno'm'sayin', you know each one keep steppin' into the zone

You'kno'm'sayin', this is our zone

You'kno'm'sayin', we own this right here

You'kno'm'sayin', stay on ya own galaxy

You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here

You'kno'm'sayin', we made a star here, hahaha

You'kno'I'mean, JuJu Mob, Death Choir, c'mon