| Yo, the son of genius out the womb of an Immaculate lady
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| From the Tigris and the Euphrates
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| Studyin' Pleiades, slangin' crack in the 80's
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| Tainted the black in our babies
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| My religion is Brand Nubian, the sunshine raised me
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| From platinum to shrapnel parts, I laugh at charts
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| Gave the world math and arts, the craft is sharp
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| Lead you to the temple door, the path is dark
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| Fill ya mind wit gold, another soul I have the spark
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| I make music for spiritual reasons
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| Inhale wit the heathens deeply
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| Cause that’s smell of death in the regions
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| The source of the murderous force that you are receivin'
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| Was the value of the relics that I left for retrievin'
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| These jams in Bethlehem the people believin'
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| Three Wise Men got their eyes on the sky this evenin'
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| All they see is purple smoke from the lye we breathin'
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| When the pen bleed don’t think the Hebrew scribe is grievin'
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| (Hook) 4x
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| It’s the resin, let it burn to the Heavens
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| The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods
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| Yo, I send the Earth miracle rain from the spiritual plane
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| You a comedy king, had an hysterical reign
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| So you being a king to me… that’s unbearable shame
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| So I’m back, gimme my crown and you wearin' my chain
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| Kamachi in different languages, you hearin' my name
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| Stay on my comp to reign
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| Like the Moors when they conquered Spain
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| Moon in Aries, Sun in Aquarius
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| Gemini risin', flow so mysterious
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| Look at my legacy, the landmarks in my areas
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| So many priceless jewels, marble interiors
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| Ain’t no question whose art is superior
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| Witch doctor medicine for musical malaria
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| Yeah I’m here ain’t no fear in my aura
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| They say the wise die like old Prophets holdin' the Torah
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| And gangstas go one shot thru the fedora
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| This for my ock’s makin' salat readin' the surah
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| They say the speech is purer
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| I rap the mind map of a street explorer
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| That’s tryna reach Aurora Borealis
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| Three long hits from the chalice
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| Make you zone from the project steps to a palace
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| (Hook) 4x
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| Yo, I’m still shinin' like the stars feel free at night
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| They on their grind tryna find how I see the light
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| Black qabalist studyin' the Tree of Life
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| Mystical degrees I write, enlighten emcees tonight
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| Thru the mind of God is how I recieved the mic
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| Wit three 7's that could rearrange a heathens life
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| Livin' proof the truth, you can believe the hype
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| Wrestle wit Michael made the chump Angel leave the fight
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| (Hook) 4x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 777 , by - Chief Kamachi. Song from the album The Concrete Gospel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп