Let The Organs Play

Lyrics

Yeah, Kamalah I'm back on my zone Yeah, I'm back on my zone Yeah, it feel good baby It feel good baby C'mon Yeah (Chorus) Let the organs play It's the only way Let the organs play It's the only way I think I'm sane They say psycho They say I'm Damian I think I'm Michael Let the organs play It's the only way [Chief Kamachi] I still spit on the mic sicker Summon the demons in the night quicker Blink my right eye, watch all the lights flicker Disco ball 40 the poltergeist liquor Street nigga experimenting with white Wicca To the left path conjure a sign Platinum pentagram and in the crime of kind All my street niggas saying Chief out of his mine The black devil worshipers swallowing swine Do you believe that? Bodies in hell give me feedback Hands on the old Ouija board and a weed sack Witches from Salem bring me dinero Neanderthal whores, Iceberg is their hero Pimp cycle, little disturbed if I might say Eyes from billy goat make the curry real spicy Kamalah, fresh blood, the flesh on the collar Smiling, strolling out of a funeral parlor Yeah (Chorus) [Chief Kamachi] Yeah, Kamachi, black candles and chainsaws Project Lecter, big bowl full of brain slaw Caterpillar boots, pitchfork and plain shaw Seen Lucifer, we shop at the same mall Dope, snorted out of a dead dame's bra Look in the sky, think I can make the rain fall? Maybe I'm high? Maybe I'm lonely? Blasphemous, did God really do something to me? Got a debt with the angels, fuck it, just sue me I'm in the high court, tryna get a buck from your homie Heard the story, love every word was glory Phantom of the Opera, playing in purgatory She needed a chaperone, ready to ask ya holmes Sexy, sicko, jerk with a fractured bone Evil and ecstacy, that's my master zone Pretty dead fuck, no need to cap a dome C'mon (Chorus) [Chief Kamachi] Yeah, I never felt so freer Rapper lungs taste like quesadillas One slice is nice, some mala and pizzeria's Killer Qi Gong, weed bong Give em some bloody tofu stew from South Korea Messiah man, burning bush in a frying pan Black smoke and miracles come out the diaphragm B-boy deathlehem walk by the lamb Whole world possessed, gotta try to jam Serious, murdering aliens, mysterious They say I'm a disgrace to the race and delirious Search the net, see if my magic ain't working yet Rush from some elephant tusks and a Percocet Mala, brain of a genius sold for dollars Beheaded scholars in the back of old Impalas Treachery, triple 6-shot trajectory Everybody bored in a morgue, what you expect to be? Yeah (Chorus) [Outro: Chief Kamachi] Yeah, Kamalah, come on, yeah I wave the wand, ha ha When you step into the lavish circle Yeah, Kamalah Yeah, Juju Mob