| Each word I spit sparklin' glow
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| Kamachi street shaman, remarkable flow
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| Rebellious, rowdy saints put a part in ya fro
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| Blood on the turntables, AK assaultin' the show
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| I’m from the 70's, gang war heavenly blow
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| The same block old pops sell beverely snow
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| Krush Groove in my heart, the culture I know
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| I’m the same A capella ____ whereva I go
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| I’m underground my sounds in the ghettos overseas
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| Love a Rakim voice, Brand Nubians steez
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| Bring that 90's rap back, who want it wit these?
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| The thriller, straight from Philla, Ali of emcees
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| JuJu Mob, scatter magic dust in the breeze
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| Catch the vapors, instantaenous death if you breathe
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| Broad Street the bodies in back roads in Belize
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| They want the prize, one look at my eyes then they freeze
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| (Hook) 2x
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| I got 'Love 4 the Craft' for my spirit to be reputed
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| It’s a reason why I do this and why I persue this
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| I got 'Love 4 the Craft' and if you don’t true this
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| That’s how we seperate the real from intruders
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| Yo it’s Chief Kamachi, one of the wildest ock’s
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| I go to vote leave a bomb in the ballot box
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| When I’m dead they think that the terror stops
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| But each word is like a seed from the rarest crops
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| Minds blossom and grow when you hear it rock
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| Bless you like the father you submit to in prayer
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| Granddaddy of that half street spiritual sphere
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| I know I’m nothin' like the way you had envisioned me there
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| When my light shine come thru like the beautiful air
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| When I write rhymes nothin' you can do to compare
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| Take it back like my Queen puttin' braids in my hair
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| On the motherland brother man this is the jam of the year
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| I’m on the throne holmes you tryna put ya hands on the chair
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| I got the fire to lead and a murderous glare
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| Give the world what they need before my grave site is clear
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| And I ascend to Angels wit my family that care
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| (Hook) 2x
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| Kamach Bolivian rock in the booth wit the wake
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| I spit the block, all I know is the stoupe and the crate
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| I got seven questions for God — seven spooks at the gate
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| While seven kids can’t even put their tooth in the cake
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| Mommy sacrifice for that little bit of loot that she scraped
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| Left the world before she heard my first group on the tape
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| The pain is in the music I make, so ruthless and great
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| Black roses around the evil of state
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| Candles burn in the windows what I reveal at the gates
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| It’s the ghost of old Kunta, death drum on the waist
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| Warrior paint on my face, spears thru ya ears
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| I don’t know if you can hear dirt cover ya face
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| Trumpets blow, Undertakers dumpin' slow
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| Hell’s crowded but Heaven got extra bunks I know
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| It’s deadly, OD on the medley
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| Pump the flow, make the whole US drug consumption grow, yo
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| (Hook) 2x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love 4 the Craft , by - Chief Kamachi. Song from the album The Concrete Gospel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп