(Chorus) 2x I wonder what people expect to see? Real Hip-Hop do it till is the d**h of me It's not my time on the Clock of Destiny Long as I'm real then I did it successfully [Chief Kamachi] Ayo, the mic is done, early 90's when my hype begun Bullseye, AK-47 the rifle lung Ten years later, still stepping the cipher, son I'm here; underground legend is what the cycle brung Cla**ic, murder material on the four track Old school, wheels of steel keeping the four pack Late night, gang war n***as getting their jaw cracked Hundred dollar talent show, spitting the raw rap Give me a mic and a red Philly ball cap First demo tape in the trash, not a call back I kept it moving cuz I knew I would break free Back in the studio, get ready for take three Gorilla on a mic, little Mach was a straight G First deal at fifteen, never Christine Write a rhyme for a Benz, make the wrist gleam n***as in the street is stars, I hit the strip CREAM (Chorus) 2x [Chief Kamachi] Yo, I see a big future in music Hope I got the right mirror Came up in the Nike era Tryna be a mic terror 'Follow the Leader' dropped album was a light-bearer Studied the game, got the slang and my sight clearer Poster of MC Lyte, I use to write Mira Ponder my musical genre, its quiet rarer So I fall back, look at the mall rap Album ain't sell, people know that I'm all that Was once told my career would suffer a curse by an Old Ghost While he was smoking a dust in a hearse Been around the globe couple times crushing a verse Fairly unknown, people still in love with the worst Back to trance, small a** rap advance They wanna see little Sambo tap and dance I'm like Tucson teaming up with blacks in France Kamachi! Still in that cla**ic stance (Chorus) 2x