The Gospel - Chief Kamachi

Kamachi!!!

JuJu Mob!!!

I’m back y’all

Yo, believe me I know the feelin'

Tryna escape the killin'

Wanna build a village for the little ghetto children

Wit lead paint pealin' from their project ceilin'

And tears for so many shot in the midst of the dealin'

We need… hugs and healin' to patch the wounds overtime

Bring the glossiness back to corroded minds

We was Kings beatin' drums in Mali

And now we stashin' drugs in alleys

So rowdy everyday feel just like wars in Saudi

Not exactly, but I know you get the idea

King I and «Quite Clear»

Ancient divine, sheer a lion glare

Don’t hesitate to let loose the iron here

I keep spittin' it ill, cuz my strip is real

Was a broke nigga hittin' the field

Wit a clip and a steel

Catch 'em while he in his wheel

Don’t wanna put money grip on his shield

But he don’t wanna sunny dip killed

The blood splash on the kid is surreal

Full of couple of chips, there was nothin' to peel

This hood nigga give you somethin' to feel

Tryna change my life, no longer bang the steel

Or stand behind it

Cuz I done seen some days tryna clean my ways

But I’m barely out my schemin' phase

So watch out for the beamin' rays

THE GOSPEL!!!