Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Narrow Grave, artist - Chief Kamachi. Album song Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Narrow Grave |
Yeah yeah… |
Kamachi, Planetary, King Syze… |
Yo! |
They love the way I pin a champ |
Under a tinted lamp hear my voice blast from a vintage amp |
I kill the reciters of lies |
Get burned by the fire from the light in my eyes |
It’s Kamachi, possessed by the pharaoh ways |
Underground like where the dead bone marrow stays |
The spot where you breath is where the arrow lays |
A sideways death for a narrow grave |
My shit hit hard like an Arab raid |
We blow up, ain’t no need for a barricade |
They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade |
They looking, so stuffed when the barrel is sprayed |
Since the five perfect exertions, they waited afraid |
The devil caught from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy! |
Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough |
Until the army roll up banging that cold crush |
We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched |
Lock and load up, post up, toast up |
Hey yo, my vocal duel, payments hiatus save the local crews |
Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew |
But not you, jealous ones they envy us |
Cause we spit venomous, until books remember us |
Hell fire embedded in us, plus sins condemning us |
It’s just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators |
I be like this, best believe I can’t be ignored |
Spitting metaphoric, until the chosen child is aborted |
When my mind’s in orbit, forces knock you out your high horses |
Deal with high sources, until the meal is five courses |
The flames is high, when my brain and the train collide |
Under much needed change in time, the game is mine |
I build strength through the niggas that be hating me peers |
But it’s the army, part of me ya’ll been waiting for years |
From a small block, hip hop, busting my tool |
King Syze, dope shit, what can I say, man, it’s nothing new |
I’m a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and a gift of gab |
Pharaoh tongue that can lash through your clique and stab |
From the days where you carried screw drivers |
In back pockets in case you had to prove that your crew lava |
We was painting on your property |
And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me |
Planetary nigga, Q-D original |
Smooth criminal, bash your mental, bruise your physical |
There’s something about the evilness of this track |
That makes the heaven’s gates close, and the tabernacles crack |
In fact, it separates all the lies and the facts |
It makes you see the light right before the sky turns black |
It turns boys to men, it turns toy soldiers to generals |
Innocent motherfuckers graduate to criminals |
It makes you think twice about who you are |
It makes you feel like death coming every sixteen bars |