[Intro: Chief Kamachi]
Yo, yo, let's go, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Killah Priest, Planet Asia
Uh, Chief Kamachi, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Ask God if you think I'm committing perjury
I'm one with the Sun, all of his angels work with me
Rap supernatural built from a different circuitry
From Planet Asia, the answer is certainly
That's our twist, mystic and the street scene
Levitate through the hood tryna make the mist clean
Breathe, inhale a toxic future
Before you die from cancer, I bet the cops will shoot ya
Niggas start revolution over 3 bags of dope
Stomach touch staring at few bags of hope
Tryna change life through the few tabs I wrote
When the crafts invoked, spiritual paths provoked
Messiah music, all the ghetto choirs use it
Buddhist monks plus Franciscan Friars choose it
Thought the voice of the youth was gone?
Turn up your radio, once again the truth is on
Bloaw!!!
[Hook: DJ Rhettmatic scratching]
"You're now in tuned with the illest micro"
"Hold, let it go, set it tho', sweat it"
"Yeah"
"So amazing, field left blazing"
{"Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this"}
"You phony rappers"
"Yeah, time to go"
"We brought the place of hump/hardball"
"Like that"
"A wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat"
Yo, yo, let's go, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Killah Priest, Planet Asia
Uh, Chief Kamachi, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Ask God if you think I'm committing perjury
I'm one with the Sun, all of his angels work with me
Rap supernatural built from a different circuitry
From Planet Asia, the answer is certainly
That's our twist, mystic and the street scene
Levitate through the hood tryna make the mist clean
Breathe, inhale a toxic future
Before you die from cancer, I bet the cops will shoot ya
Niggas start revolution over 3 bags of dope
Stomach touch staring at few bags of hope
Tryna change life through the few tabs I wrote
When the crafts invoked, spiritual paths provoked
Messiah music, all the ghetto choirs use it
Buddhist monks plus Franciscan Friars choose it
Thought the voice of the youth was gone?
Turn up your radio, once again the truth is on
Bloaw!!!
[Hook: DJ Rhettmatic scratching]
"You're now in tuned with the illest micro"
"Hold, let it go, set it tho', sweat it"
"Yeah"
"So amazing, field left blazing"
{"Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this"}
"You phony rappers"
"Yeah, time to go"
"We brought the place of hump/hardball"
"Like that"
"A wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat"
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