Lyrics
Dark path I folla'
Ritual of Kamalah
The same scholar
Candle still burning the squalor
Divine styler
Ruby Ankhs hang from the collar
Burning bush, Hindu kush
The smell of masala
Growler, two assassins Karim & Attala
In the Mosque giving gun da’wah
Steel Umbrella, stroll thru a sun shower
It’s the hell on Earth hour
You know this power
Spliff full of lotus flower
Do it to death
Africa to Okinawa
Master builders, 720 the focus hours
Math precise, the storm that broke towers
I’ll be here for 400 years like the Sufi Bawa
Muhaiya, it’s the life of the Mic Messiah
Street friar, half Jesus, half Richard Pryor
Bloody beef is what the teeth of a Pit desire
Take 'em back to the strip with a clip to fire
(HooK) 2x
Yeah…
Kamalah, rap scholar
Around the globe, you still hearing my name
Kamalah
See the seven crosses dangle from my herringbone chain
Yeah… yeah…
I still spit street Kabbalah
Tryna reach Kavala
Holes in the dirt
The Earth needs souls to swallow
Scope and prowlers
Lion paws, choke koalas
Hustlers holla
Spiritual dope and dollars
Mala, whiskey sour
Beans and maca with my Queen
Front row Egyptian opera
Kool G Shocker
Pimp smack all your chakras
Holy rockers, Hindu pop-n-lockers
Body droppers, bang out tanks and choppers
Kingston flow might bring shanks and rastas
Black Italian, J. Gotti place a poster
Rap imposter, Dynamite pack they casas
Are you the next musical Hoffa?
Blood spilled dark red just like Cherokee Jaffa
Nothing to it, Kamachi just do it to prosper
Team death, take ya starting spot on the roster
Ha ha ha…
(HooK) 2x
Yeah… yeah… I am terror
The crooked angel stand nearer
Kamachi rap Yeshua Ben Pandira
You take a bell from the glam era
Blind mohawk, skinny jean Rogan in your man mirror
Body is in the Holy Land
You can be a sand sharer
I am a mercenery
Understand the plan clearer
Tool bearer
Old head, mystical jewel wearer
True y’all, meditate in back of a poolhall
Eye drops for cyclops sipping in screwball
Billie Jean tied up in back of a U-Haul
Hundred grand, religious scam right outta Utah
Don’t poke, scripture that they sniffing is too raw
One hit, absorb it all, ready to orbit off
Nuclear rap, Russian track, Mikhail Gorbachev
Go to hell, bought a blanket, hope the floor is soft
Pitchfork, red G-string on the whore to tossed
(HooK) 2x
(Outro)
Yeah, Kamalah
Yeah, Section-8 Egyptian
Mic Messiah
Chief Kamachi
Y’all know what it is
JuJu Mob
Yeah
Clock of Destiny