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[Chief
yeah
Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Mind yo yo
Yo, my words sold germs, em like a slow germ, infected
Disease is and quarantined from my method
The borderline where the and divine become separate
I'm Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a
Compel the skeptic Kamachi unveil the epic
It's and requested
to you like Elijah in the message
A jury of was sequested
To decide my fate, for conductors of vespers
Candlelight death is
Is usually hollow flesh presses
Until skin caress stretchers
I'm the to finesse textures
My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a cabinet
Open the to the chapter of this old soul magic
Juju tongue to come, behold this untold havoc
Up north it, then I hit the south pole wit a magnet
East and west avid, now my on all four points of the square
firmly established, the language is lavish
First to Roshashannah's and African pajamas
Swear before I die to be there wit the best of the
Music for different ears, hears in different
ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear
K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in

*Vocal
"Too much...I'm tired"
"In the company of those fear..."
"In the of ...fear"

Yo we smash mics, but ya'll wanna
But in the of death, you can't kill
And that's real, we fear we feel
But ya'll muvafuckas can't skill
If start me, we Buck like Milwaukee
But ya'll, ya'll do a lot of talkin
And that's why you fear what the devil does
that's the appeal of a metal slug
You ain't a thug, you an actress
That's unatural, love between faggots!

"In the of ...fear"

Allah]
I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief
next bud is not for you
Watchin you made me a clenched hand to your nostril
Stoppin you from givin the god cold
Beware, my flares put poets in rolling
Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust
You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of Timbs
Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're for dear life
Any mothafucker holdin the heat can ice
You're just a bitch wit no top on
At the five, you lay down and get shot on
check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug
I'm high off the weed, off the cop's blood

"Too much...I'm tired"
"In the of those that fear"
"In the of....fear"

"Above all, there was
Fear of today, of tomorrow
of our neighbors, and fear of ourself"

"We came from distant space and even what some call
dimension...and we're about to return"