Chief Kamachi - Kamalah lyrics

[Chief Kamachi] Dark path I folla' Ritual of Kamalah The same scholar Candle still burning the squalor Divine styler Ruby???? sent from collar Burning bush, Hindu kush The smell of masala Growler, two a**a**ins Karim & Attala In the Mosque giving gun da'wah Steel Umbrella, stroll thru a sun shower It's the hell on Earth hour You know His powers Spliff from a lotus flower Do it till d**h Africa to Okinawa Master builders, 720 the focus hours Math precise, the storm that broke towers I'll be here for 400 years like the Sufi Bawa My higher, it's the life of the Mic Messiah Street friar, half Jesus, half Richard Pryor Bloody beef is what the teeth of a Pit desire Take 'em back to the strip with a clip to fire (HooK) 2x Yeah.... Kamalah, rap scholar Around the globe, you still hearing my name Kamalah See the seven crosses dangle from my herringbone chain [Chief Kamachi] Yeah... yeah... I still spit street Kabbalah Tryna reach Kavala Holes in the dirt The Earth needs souls to swollow Scope and prowlers Lion paws, choke koalas Hustlers holla Spiritual dope and dollars Mala, whiskey sour Beans and maca with my Queen Front row Egyptian opera Schwoogie shocker Pimp smack all your chakras Holy rockers, Hindu pop-n-lock'as Body droppers, bang out tanks and choppers ??Case of flow?? might bring shanks and rastas Black Italian, J. Gotti place a poster Rap imposter, Dynamite pack they cost us Are you the next musical Hoffa? Blood spilled dark red just like Cherokee Jaffa Nothing to it, Kamachi just do it to prosper Team d**h, take ya start on a spot on the roster Yeah......... (HooK) 2x [Chief Kamachi] Yeah... yeah... I am terror The crooked angel stand nearer Kamachi rap Yeshua Ben Pandira You take a bell from the Glen Eira Blind mohawk, skinny jean Rogan in your man mirror Body is in the Holy Land You can be a sand shore I am a mercenery Understand the plan clearer Tool bearer Old head, mystical j**el wearer School y'all, meditate in back of a poolhall Eye drop the cyclops sipping in school ball Billie Jean tied up in back of a U-Haul Hundred grand, religion scam right outta Utah Don't poke, scripture that they sniffing is too raw One hit, absorb it all, ready to orbit off Nuclear rap, Russian track, Mikhail Gorbachev Go to hell, bought a blanket, hope the floor is soft Pitchfork, red G-string on the who*e that's tossed (HooK) 2x (Outro) Yeah, Kamalah Yeah, Section-8 Egyptian Mic Messiah Chief Kamachi Y'all know what it is JuJu Mob Yeah Clock of Destiny C'mon