Chief Kamachi - Heads Or Tails lyrics

[Intro] (*German sample in the background*) Yeah, check it out; Snowgoons You know what I'm sayin', Kamachi Big Virt, Jus Allah Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's the f**ing deal? The Snowgoons (Snowgoons) Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Kamachi Big Virt (Yeah, yeah) Jus Allah (Yeah, n***a) [Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] Yo, at the door of the lord my d**h gospel sings It's what I serve the kings, I'm an angel with dirty wings From Hell's church, funeral bells work Chief, Jus and Virt, we crush the earth We love to k** like you love the dirt Code red alert, the guns go berserk Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work I'll write another verse and send another curse Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, “Emergency” High like the heavens cause that's where I prefer to be DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery It's murder in the thirty-third degree Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me (And we the rawest muhf**in' click in the felt) (The real motherf**ers better recognize real) (The real motherf**ers better recognize real, real, real, real, real) [Verse 2: Virtuoso] Bring your whole squad we starve 'em, f** it, who wants some? Pawn 'em like the spectre of d**h we reppin' Boston Smash y'all motherf**ers, you can't touch us The flow fill your ears 'till your skull and brain rupture Pain slashin' cut you, get the cat of nine tails Fills the rhyme grill, stab your heart with nine nails You f*ggots spittin' fabrications, figments of imagination You won't get the picture until I flip and smash your face in Throw you down a flight of stairs, stab you with a Viking spear Your whole cipher's scared cause they know the Titan's here The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when I'm aiming them Spittin' metal that'll penetrate your cranium Tried saving them, but f** that, now I'm maimin' 'em Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan Next I'm breaking makin' his body abandon his spirit Started swingin' on you motherf**ers like Manny Ramirez (The real motherf**ers better recognize real, real, real) [Verse 3: Jus Allah] Return your motherf**ing soul before my next blunt gets rolled I eat you motherf**ers whole before the blood gets cold Truth be told, you talk like a two years old Same sh** you wanna hold like the purest of gold When my rhyme begins everything that's on your mind ends Each line from divine's like vitamins Every message from Allah is like medicine Every one of them could purify the Devil's sins f**in' fool, you probably flunked pre-school We ain't equals, I ain't readable You're one step above your own mother feeding you Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal You couldn't get this high without a f**ing needle And a f**in' supply to fry three people [Outro] (Like M.O.P., n***a, I'll mash you out) (And we the rawest muhf**in' click in the felt) (The real motherf**ers better recognize real) (You're f**in' with the wrong clan and the wrong man) (Real motherf**ers better recognize real, real, real, real) (Real motherf**ers better recognize real, real, real, real, real)