700

Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Kamachi] Yeah Yeah, let's keep it dirty like... Let's keep it dirty, nigga You know what I'm sayin'? I don't care if you mix it or not, man Do how we used to do it, uh huh You know what I mean with the two tape decks You know what I'm saying? Play the beat on one joint, you know what I'm sayin'? Record... record on the other one You know what I mean? That's the old school shit... Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] Graduated from the streets but I dropped outta college Hooked up with the Gods trying to organize the knowledge Shine like the shoes on them house niggas' polish Dead by 21, the theory got demolished Now I'm back for my spot, queens brushing off the pedestal 7000 bars for Mars, it's incredible Half street scientific, father of the ministry Taught crack prices of theories of relativity 72 angels, Moses in my wizardry Path from my ock hope the ancestors have given me I'm deeper than most think Last supper mother fucker That's where we toast drinks Boombox, Adidas sweat suit and some dope links 'Mach keep building Teach me how to fish, are you amazed at what I reeled in? Split one flounder in half and feed a million Fresh stained glass in my new rap pavilion 700! [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] Bring truth to the rally But they're used to the fally Richest man in the world Man some Mucifer mally Soldiers covered in gold Standing posted in alleys Nations wanted some jewels Had to come to the valley I am the father of the Nile I calculated the moons so you can patiently await the child I calm down the Earth when the energy was wild Sixteen bars in my chemistry kapow Bury my flesh and bones with the precious stones The music from my temples made the freshest tones You tryin' to put a finger on a cobra nose I still hold the shotgun sitting in a yoga pose I'm here, I'm everywhere, the God in the flesh The heavens get lonely, I need a queen for my rest Little fuck sauce starstruck, copying my style Distinguish the Olde English Are you cockier than thou? 700!