Chief Kamachi - Crooked Angels lyrics

Yeah, this that Section-8 Egyptian slang Mic Messiah [Chief Kamachi] Yo should I do some evil? Because my whole squad illegal They want that street sh** tell me I'm too cerebral Take Illmatic mixed with some Beanie Sigel Islamic flag on a window of a Buick Regal n***as ministers hustle from a crack Cathedral Been on a cross, fell off, snapped the steeple But who cares if Kingdom Come Old gla** of gin and rum, the sin is done In life's lottery, all I wanna win is one But my record's in a red Finger's still connected to the lead Put down that one-two checker to ya head Chief Kamachi known as _______________ Tryna give you the science and the principals k** my body but the spirit is invincible Hold my own on a soldier throne Kamalah back to the Vatican exposing Rome (Chorus) 2x Ayo I'm doing this for crooks with arms Corner store Priest with their books of charms And all of the ahki's that give salams And all the Black magicians that wave their wands [Chief Kamachi] It's the rap Dikembe Back in my African kinte 80's gold chain rock Sergio Valente I'm a hustler, ways of the mystics I use They don't understand, say I'm contradicting my views I look the preacher in his eyes Spit on his shoes, he's a liar Who the Messiah? n***a sit on the pews My resurrection pay some unforgettable dudes It's so deep, sometimes I gotta spit it in clues They say I'm crazy, mental, Kamachi is confused I say I'm Angelic, God-body, how can you choose? They say I'm drunk off eagle in the booth with the booze I say I don't drink, sit up like a King when he rule Take a stroll around my castle and pick up a j**el Like it's an Easter egg hunting elementary school Think deep like a building penitentiary tools Around the globe, they use to see me for centuries rule (Chorus) 2x [Chief Kamachi] Yo, beware when the serpent's tongue scorched the script The torture's lit, I fiend pitchfork your clique Lord of the crip, skeleton absorbing the grip An 012 astronaunt forced to strip You stoneage gangsta old Porsche with a stick I'm in a lightmobile, deal with a force that is sick Pharaoh mind, you the soft Christmas carol kind Mic Messiah, my authentic apparel shine Bulletproof aura, look at what your arrows find You should try walking the stairs that the sparrows climb My pyramids is closed for guest Why take time to study and expose the rest Hip-Hopper slash witch doctor of finesse Gold king Tut coffin when they put me to rest Frankincense and an Ankh tattoo to my chest Screaming "Section-8 Egyptian did it the best" Messiah!!! Yeah, c'mon For my crooked angels worldwide Yeah, Mic Messiah, Chief Kamachi Yeah, Philadelphia C'mon