Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Best, artist - Chief Kamachi. Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Song language: English
The Best |
| Cult Status |
| Kamach |
| My man Guru, Baldhead Slick |
| Nah’mean, it’s legendary |
| Yo, Kamachi, Philly’s my official strip |
| Past streets' 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 where 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 of the bones that’s bought |
| So I can create a world where my poems is taught |
| And now I got 'em caught |
| Like high-heals on the cracks of the boardwalk |
| Blood from their mouth when I give 'em the sword talk |
| Keep my eyes open like a war hawk |
| Their slugs melt, but I think they need more assault |
| When my black candles burning in the middle of white floor chalk |
| Kamach! |
| (Hook) Samples |
| «Mothafuckaz know who’s the best» |
| «Kamachi» |
| «Call me Guru» |
| «Bring it on if you think you can hang |
| And if not, let me do my thang» |
| Bring it on, but make sure intentions are pure |
| Cuz like the saying goes — «All's fair in love and war» |
| Fuck they wanna try to dead a brotha for? |
| My bags are packed; |
| I’m bout to head out for another tour |
| While back home, all the shorties learn to back chrome |
| They catch you slipping, you could get hit to the back of your dome |
| The New York blocks are still scorching, word up! |
| And it’s the same down in Philly and the same up in Boston |
| Down South and out West, some don’t move without vest |
| I feel a couple of rappers but I doubt the rest |
| Cuz I can tell they don’t know what they 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 leads the blind |
| The fools is lead by the fools |
| And picture me not setting it straight |
| Uh, that’s like a fat kid at a cookout not getting a plate |
| So bring it on |
| (Hook) Samples |
| Ayo I’m humble and calm but I still rumble and bum |
| Any fugase lazy rapper I crumble on my palm |
| They play rules, and they can never rock me |
| I’m well protected, well connected and I rock Kamachi |
| I’m about to Oz back from the culture stealers |
| Cuz we’ll never see power unless we let our culture heal us |
| The strongest people, call us the soul survivors |
| So beware of the burning sands and the molten lava |
| Yo 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 their 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 as long as melanin is freezing |
| (Hook) Samples |
| (Outro) Guru |
| Word up, bring it on if you think you can hang |
| Stupid, yeah it’s your man Guru |
| Gang Starr representing, AKA Baldhead Slick |
| Kno’m’sain, I’m in the house with my man Kamach |
| Straight like that, Philly to New York to Worldwide |
| Will put an end to your fronting behavior |
| That’s wazzup, shit’s about to change, you heard |
| (Hook) Samples |