[Verse 1: Camo]
My styles monkey, monkish, shaolin
Was it an ape or the wind that was howling
When i knocked yours out and
Flooded your housing, hear your family shouting
While theyre drowning
So many floating bodys, soggy my styles karate
Like a party with a disk jockey hardly
More like, a bicycle kick to the dental
I make them tremble in the temple
The building or the mental
Filling them with spoken then broken pencils
Thats verbal lead if you didn't get it
My kickings been written, listen
I got the biggest spigot and you got a ticket
To the biggest frigate, ready to sink
Cause its cold when im spitting
Im the affable animal, the laughable
Practical, damnable, national, radical madrigal from mandibles
Infallible phallus that admirably handles those
Weak paper chasers who are flammable
Im the predator in the jungle call me cannibal
The masculine American African
With a talisman in the Vatican
Skinny as Atkins is, the blackest skin
My heart beats pathogens
Im a cla**ic friend, like Attica
More verbs than the word n***a per capita
In Yakima or Africa, and the metaphorical word play for 2 times half of ya
Go ahead and track back the path that ya
Decided to proceed to walk down, i rocked your talk
Blood on my smock now
Im a myth, like the croc in the lock now
But soon? ill rule so have fun with that mock crown
[Hook: Camo]
These n***as will name me king
These n***as will name me king (yeah)
Theyll name me king
These n***as will name me king
[Verse 2: Camo]
I spray spoken Aks all day
Dont get Jacked son, Oshea
Mouths a black gun, no way
To those Anglo Saxons, oy vey
Or the southern faction, oy yay
Even smack the black ones who flow late
Or the math ones who propagate
Im the last one who flows with haste
My actions keep me pro-ly placed
And pa**ions keep me solely based
At the summit, above 100 puppets
Who plummet and play my trumpets
I k**ed them and ate them, made them asked who done it
In the stomach while im humming
Consummate cognizance, while walking in moccasins
Confident im Solomon in a hologram
Ill devour all of them from intolerant cosmopolitans
To your congressman, a continent
Im confident, Washington is watching him
Problem is hes a novelist, opulent or the opposite
Constant apologist whos dominant, inhale oxygen
And what i exhale is raw
Nextel-ing all my calls excelling at all
Expelling felons and rebels with cause, the devil
In the vessels ethel pause
[Hook x2: Camo]
[Verse 3: Wes C]
Drinking a bottle its that Jackie Chan
Drunken Master, Wu Tang So dirty ba*tard
All my verses cla**ic like
Old school cars, pa**ion in bars
Undressing your broad, kicking a**es and breaking jaws
Ducking the law
Weighing out what could happen but never letting it weigh me down
We bout that action
Ravage, im tapping into brain matter
Mapping out the patterns
Sending letters to god just hope i got the right address