True and Living - Chief Kamachi

Yeah, Kamachi

Section-8 Egyptian

Yo, ayo the plan late

Still nibbling on a bland steak

The politicians still worshiping secret handshakes

Mommy in the kitchen still whipping up the tan bake

That’s why the kitchen full and all her fam ate

Do you blame her?

It’s rare getting help from a stranger

Just Mary and baby Jesus with no milk in the manger

No water around to clean the wings on the angels

Every baby’s divine, that’s an old ancient angle

Tryna walk the straight and narrow

Stay away from the barrel

Get my kingdom back;

raise my sons to become Pharaohs

Check it, yeah, look what history tell us

The mysteries of life we left underground in the cellars

Far as science go you know you dealing with serious fellas

Black astronaut makes the whole area stellar

Moon walker, space talker, spit a fresh acapella

I want the power to make the precious sunshine yella

Look up at the stars, realize who you are

Get tuned in

When you start thinking that your life is hard

Would you rather be a God or you rather be human?

The true and living

Left the world a sign to see

It’s an African anomaly

Street nigga, straight A’s, algebra and astronomy

Math wizards sit on the globe and laugh physics

Now you in the cell tryna remember your last visits

Crooked palms, they polluted our book of charms

Powerful Haitian voodoo with the 23rd book of psalms

My every word conjure real fear

The candles burn and they realize the magic is still here

Cripple my culture put the knowledge in the wheelchair

Statue of the Black Madonna crying out a real tear

Yeah, I know I touch on so many topics

Plug my mind onto the Earth socket

Psychic storm, rain dancer from the first tropic

Strike of dawn, one flash and it’s back to ash

Your life is gone

Granted a couple lifetimes to prove my divinity

Striving to be righteous is how they remember me

They tryna take our freedom stroll

On the corner where the dreams are sold

Little kids die young;

all of the fiends are old

Even in the summertime it feel like the freezing cold

You stare in the mirror and try hard to see your soul

With so much murder and death in the air

That we never see what a great reflection is there

It’s a part of us religious leaders neglected to share

We divine, no need to be depressed in despair

I smile if my last resting place is the chair

Cuz I reincarnate in war paint and a spear

The message is clear

That’s what’s happening with this African here

No flinching another lynching I’ll be back in a year

Mic Messiah

Yeah, Clock of Destiny

C’mon, JuJu Mob

Yeah, Chief Kamachi