Chief Kamachi & The Juju Mob - Black Of Dawn | Текст песни

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• Chief Kamachi & The Juju Mob
• Black Of Dawn

Verse 1]

Imagine if the Prince of Darkness fathered a four-headed monster
And sent it to conquer the black market
And after the slaughter the monster grew stronger
Broke free from the chains held it held no longer
Lost Cauze a wild dog with a passionate bite
So vividly brutal like the Passion Of Christ
Kamachi snatching your mic, Charon tear off your fucking arm
And pass it to ? like we’re passing a pipe
Make smoke ? from your bones just from listening to poems
And when I walk you hear the theme music from The Omen
Arabian Damian’s maiming men
And when my razor bend it’ll do more than chafe your skin
Dog I play to win
This is the team to beat, my money’s on the Mob
The jig is up, your squad is a facade
Y’all are nothing special, I fucking stretch you
You’ll have to wear a mask for the rest of your life like MF Doom

[Verse 2]

To the black of dawn I’mma send it out rapping form
I’m from a shabby home where I created the greatest
That were written over ritual paper
I’m with getting money Priest ?
Please don’t speak, just lose your turn
Or you’re gonna lose your soul, I curse your ass ?
That’s the crib where you live, I leave it lying in ashes
In front of your eyes your life flashes
The sun will rise covered in a ski mask
You praying so much you need kneepads
Your teeth chatter but ain’t no coming back from this
This like getting your wrists slit, you can feel this shit
Bumping your body like blackheads
Till my pockets thicker than fat kids
It’s all for the love of the crafty rapping
Meaning I’mma earn my earnings
From issuing out some of the most burning sermons

[Verse 3]

Peep the Don, I’m nothing to sleep on so keep on
You the type niggas beat and pull the heat on
When we speak you would think we put the heat on
We about to unleash the beast and leave a piece gone
It’s the Mob, a family of gods
Street calamities, no fantasy, my sanity’s lost
To the ? slashing gravity and tragedy, pause
I still got the ladies handing me their panties and drawers
That’s sanity y’all no you can’t manage me dog
Every death’s another step up the ladder we fall
The masters of war, civilization, my job’s to spit for the nation
My clique’s so slick we slip through the pavement
We spit for amazement so be amazed or be afraid
It’s history in the making, it’s poetry in flames
So talk reckless and feel the Glock’ll spit
The new apocalypse, ain’t nobody stopping this

[Verse 4]

Feel the spirit of the only black messiah in the room
And slang nickel bags of swag and ?
From the cocaine capsule boom to astral zoom
? street scientific tombs kingly hieroglyphic tombs
It’s silk moorish pantaloons
I stay spiffy, ? screaming ? mystical ?
The glow from my tut jewelry put that pimp aura on it
I am the fire of Ogun and ? store it
K-a-m-a-c-h-i supreme oratory
Juju talk scattered priests right with voodoo talk
My voice is a dark road that very few will walk
And these words is gold and your stereo’s a vault
I hit em from on high like an aerial assault
Damn baby, I beat em to a beautiful pulp
So bring the flowers and book
And burn a million black candles for my murderous talk

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