[Intro: Chief Kamachi]
Yeah, uh, The Dark Arts, AOTP
Yeah, feel like the 90's right here, don't it?
Yeah, take 'em back
[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Yo I'm a pharaoh, my street magic been on deck
I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat
Look at the walls to my lingual set
And the trim on the gold coffin where my demos kept
It's Kamachi, my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned
I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
I'm Violent By Design with the scope and the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
I'm in the desert with fatigues tryna focus the germ
Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming "What?" to Allah
Y'all tryna play heavenly angels
Get your halos mangled and the throat of your savior strangled
Enough to baffle your ears, a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Ayo, my flow is pain
I feel nothing, I'm bleeding Novocaine
This is a soldier game, uck 'em, buck 'em, blow his brain
I camel-clutch mics, put your fucking soul in flames
Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name
We fucking load and aim, ayo Chief Kamach'
Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops
We talking weed and rocks, Desert E's and Glocks
The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
I only fuck around with ill rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers
You only mad cause your flame is dying
I ain't hard to find
You can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan
Yeah, uh, The Dark Arts, AOTP
Yeah, feel like the 90's right here, don't it?
Yeah, take 'em back
[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Yo I'm a pharaoh, my street magic been on deck
I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat
Look at the walls to my lingual set
And the trim on the gold coffin where my demos kept
It's Kamachi, my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned
I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
I'm Violent By Design with the scope and the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
I'm in the desert with fatigues tryna focus the germ
Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming "What?" to Allah
Y'all tryna play heavenly angels
Get your halos mangled and the throat of your savior strangled
Enough to baffle your ears, a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Ayo, my flow is pain
I feel nothing, I'm bleeding Novocaine
This is a soldier game, uck 'em, buck 'em, blow his brain
I camel-clutch mics, put your fucking soul in flames
Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name
We fucking load and aim, ayo Chief Kamach'
Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops
We talking weed and rocks, Desert E's and Glocks
The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
I only fuck around with ill rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers
You only mad cause your flame is dying
I ain't hard to find
You can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan
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