Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 24th Elder, artist - Chief Kamachi. Album song The Concrete Gospel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
24th Elder |
Yeah, Chief Kamachi |
Young Dulla |
(Hook) 2x |
When the stars look dull in the sky it mean danger |
Kamachi -- the 24th Elder in the chamber |
The 25th ain’t my birthday in the manger |
It’s real magic, y’all confused by entertainers |
I chased the platinum worm in the Gardens apple |
Make the stain glass crackle in the Sistine Chapel |
Real gold from Africa, my wrist gleam natural |
My future’s seen from the micro and the macro |
Project tarot deck kept in the satchel |
Graduation hat wit blood on the tassel |
Mathmagician, of course it’s me |
Hold diplomas and degrees in word sorcery |
I’mma rider the alma mater of the Panther reciter |
You get blessed, left holy like the shirt of Shara |
Is you crazy bringin' pork to the Ka’ba? |
I’m the Black barber, little soy milk and cassava |
You worship idols? |
I’m takin' turfs and titles |
Seen the soul leave why even search for vitals |
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high |
Makin' classic y’all |
(Hook) 2x |
I stand before the Lord wit weed smoke in my robe |
This is the story of Kamachi not the story of Job |
My Shaka Zulu portraits hang in the fortress |
While you sweet pretty boys stroll thru the orchards |
The group called 'The Deadly Roses' |
Make all ya queens cross the Red Sea for Moses |
It’s my life but never chose this |
The killings is chillin' to see me in warrior pose’s |
Young thug in a hoopty wit blood on my kufi |
I ain’t nervous the Secret Service attemptin' to shoot me |
Plus they made it illegal for producers to loop me |
Cuz I’m brown and hold it down like the arms of Tookie |
Exotic bombs and uzis, charms from Sufi’s |
I ain’t stressed, tryna stay calm from Lucy’s |
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high |
Makin' classic y’all |
(Hook) 2x |
My people at the top of the steeple is where I’m at again |
I’m still street but deep like the basement in the Vatican |
But I ain’t searching for the Holy Grail |
Take a Bible from a hotel after blowin' a whole L |
I could see how and why Judas was so jailed |
Y’all haters is personifyin' the whole tale |
Yeah, it’s the Black Jezuz wit the gold grill |
Pay the fool in shackles instead of a cold meal |
Nuns throw me ones, screamin' 'He's so ill' |
Kamachi so full of promise |
Do a show horse & buggy full of the Amish |
Anywhere in any sphere my vocals astonish |
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high |
Makin' classic y’all |
Yeah, read the magic ball on Mount Sinai high |
Makin' classic y’all |
(Hook) 2x |