| Cult Status
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| Kamach
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| My man Guru, Baldhead Slick
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| Nah’mean, it’s legendary
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| Yo, Kamachi, Philly’s my official strip
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| Past streets' scientific what I hit you with
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| The mind of an African initiate
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| I use my magic to murder any clique you get
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| Don’t need to click a clip
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| I’m in the jungle where the Apollo stick
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| More powerful than any hollow tips
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| I’m out there like I blew up on the Apollo ship
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| I don’t listen to Earth radio or follow hits
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| I’m a die for this hip-hop home I fought
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| And Guru got the temple of the bones that’s bought
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| So I can create a world where my poems is taught
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| And now I got 'em caught
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| Like high-heals on the cracks of the boardwalk
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| Blood from their mouth when I give 'em the sword talk
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| Keep my eyes open like a war hawk
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| Their slugs melt, but I think they need more assault
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| When my black candles burning in the middle of white floor chalk
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| Kamach!
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| (Hook) Samples
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| «Mothafuckaz know who’s the best»
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| «Kamachi»
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| «Call me Guru»
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| «Bring it on if you think you can hang
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| And if not, let me do my thang»
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| Bring it on, but make sure intentions are pure
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| Cuz like the saying goes — «All's fair in love and war»
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| Fuck they wanna try to dead a brotha for?
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| My bags are packed; |
| I’m bout to head out for another tour
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| While back home, all the shorties learn to back chrome
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| They catch you slipping, you could get hit to the back of your dome
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| The New York blocks are still scorching, word up!
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| And it’s the same down in Philly and the same up in Boston
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| Down South and out West, some don’t move without vest
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| I feel a couple of rappers but I doubt the rest
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| Cuz I can tell they don’t know what they in it for
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| They know their whole steez is weak
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| But won’t even admit it at all
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| Don’t wanna play the game by the rules
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| So again, the blind leads the blind
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| The fools is lead by the fools
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| And picture me not setting it straight
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| Uh, that’s like a fat kid at a cookout not getting a plate
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| So bring it on
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| (Hook) Samples
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| Ayo I’m humble and calm but I still rumble and bum
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| Any fugase lazy rapper I crumble on my palm
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| They play rules, and they can never rock me
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| I’m well protected, well connected and I rock Kamachi
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| I’m about to Oz back from the culture stealers
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| Cuz we’ll never see power unless we let our culture heal us
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| The strongest people, call us the soul survivors
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| So beware of the burning sands and the molten lava
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| Yo the God known to control every cycle and season
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| This my Holy Land commercial ass disciples is leaving
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| When I hit 'em with this automatic rifle I’m breathing
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| And send their souls right back to the spiritual regions
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| My show gives listeners a miracle evening
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| Mary’s womb is the spot that my voice was conceived in
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| Now understand me or what you should believe in
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| Don’t care about my wrist as long as melanin is freezing
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| (Hook) Samples
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| (Outro) Guru
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| Word up, bring it on if you think you can hang
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| Stupid, yeah it’s your man Guru
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| Gang Starr representing, AKA Baldhead Slick
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| Kno’m’sain, I’m in the house with my man Kamach
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| Straight like that, Philly to New York to Worldwide
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| Will put an end to your fronting behavior
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| That’s wazzup, shit’s about to change, you heard
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| (Hook) Samples |