[Guru] Bring it on But make sure intentions are pure Cos like the saying goes– “All’s fair in love and war” The fuck they’d wanna try to dead a brother for? My bags are packed; I’m bout to head out on another tour While back home, all the shorties learn to pack chrome They catch you slipping you could get hit to the back of your dome The New York blocks are still scorching, word up! At it’s the same down in Philly, and the same up in Boston Down south and out west, some don’t move without vests I feel a couple of rappers, but I doubt the rest Cos I can tell they don’t know what they’re in it for They know their whole steez is weak, but won’t even admit it at all Don’t wanna play the game by the rules So again the blind lead the blind, the fool is led by the fools Picture me not setting it straight That’s like a fat kid at a cook up not getting a plate So bring it on
[Kamachi] Ayo the God known to control every cycle and season This my Holy Land, commercial ass disciples is leaving When I hit ‘em with this automatic rifle I’m breathing And send they souls right back to the spiritual regions My show gives listeners a miracle evening Mary’s womb is the spot that my voice was conceived in Now understand me or what you should believe in Don’t care about my wrist, long as my melanin’s freezing
[Guru] I’m humble and calm but I still rumble and bum Any fugaise lazy rapper, I crumble in my palm They play roles, and they could never rock me I’m well protected, well connected and I rock Kamachi Bout to take ours back from the culture stealers Cos we’ll never see power unless we let our culture heal us The strongest people, call us the soul survivors So beware the burning sands and the molten lava
[Kamachi] Yo, Kamachi, Philly’s my official strip Past streets are scientific, what I hit you with The mind of an African initiate I use my magic to murder any clique you get Don’t need to click a clip I’m in the jungle with the Apollo stick More powerful than any hollow tips I’m out there like I blew up on the Apollo ship I don’t listen to Earth radio or follow hits I’m a die for this hip hop home I fought, and Guru got the temple where the bones is bought So I can create a world where my poems is taught And now I got ‘em caught Like high heels in the cracks of the boardwalk Blood from the mouth when I give ‘em the sword talk Keep my eyes open like a war hawk The slugs melt, but I think they need more salt When my black candles burn in the middle of white floor chalk Kamachi!
[Hook] Mothafuckers know who's the best Kamachi Call me Guru Bring it on if you think you can hang And if not, then let me do my thang Bring it on mothafuckersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
