Closest Killah Priest & Chief Kamachi

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Yo, kneel down in prayer, nah, but I pretend to be
My ministry of L, class of hot Hennessey
Lyrxo in the hood, we mastered coke chemistry
President love us, we get the dope from the Embassy
Sit on the stoop, inhale and choke is a tendency
Judge gave the sentence, no repentance, fuck the penalty
Sitting in cage, full of rage, fallen man
Think wit my ten year old mind, first sold a gram
Family starving, trying to do all I can
Waiting for the mystery millions to just fall in hand
Open my palms, barely getting fresh air
Scrabbling like my body allergic to getting fresh gear
Six from the brown bag burning up your chest hair
Cold and brisk, sign of somebody's death near
No light, last vision seen was the Tek flare
No night, morgues ain't filled wit young blessed tears
Music is good, vividly reflect the death fear
Tombs talk, graveyards makes you respect fear
Blood on the stairway of heaven, keeps the steps clear
Electrocuting put me in your next chair
Bang two cops, waiting for the next pair
If I die there'll be another me next year

[Chorus: Chief Kamachi]
Ghetto Gabriel, can you save my shell?
Closest I get to heaven is when I blaze an L
Ghetto Gabriel, can you save my shell?
I don't wanna spend another holy day in jail
Ghetto Gabriel, can you save my shell?
Closest I get to heaven is when I blaze an L
Ghetto Gabriel, can you save my shell?
I don't wanna spend another holy day in jail