(feat. Chief Kamachi)



[Chief Kamachi]

Yeah yeah

Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo

Yo, my words sold germs, spread em like a slow germ, infected

Disease is collected and quarantined from my method

The borderline where the animal and divine become separate

I'm Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a record

Compel the skeptic when Kamachi unveil the epic

It's needed and requested

Brought to you like Elijah in the message

A jury of ancestors was sequested

To decide my fate, for conductors of viscious vespers

Candlelight death is extras

Is usually hollow point flesh presses

Until they skin caress stretchers

I'm the best to finesse textures

My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet

Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic

Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc

Up north grab it, then I hit the south pole wit a magnet

East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the square

It's firmly established, the language is lavish

First to rock Roshashannah's and African pajamas

Swear before I die to be there wit the best of the rhymers

Music for different ears, hears in different spheres

Global ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear

K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here



[Vocal sample]

"Too much...I'm tired"

"In the company of those that fear..."

"In the company of ...fear"



[Ikon]

Yo we smash mics, but ya'll wanna build

But in the face of death, you can't kill

And that's real, we feel what we feel

But ya'll muvafuckas can't overstand skill

If ya'll start me, we Buck like Milwaukee

But ya'll, ya'll just do a lot of talkin

And maybe that's why you feel what the devil does

Maybe that's the appeal of a metal slug

You ain't a ghetto thug, you an actress

That's unatural, like love between faggots!



"In the company of ...fear"



[Jus Allah]

I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief nigga

This next bud is not for you

Watchin you made me land a closed hand to your nostril

Stoppin you from givin the god cold stares

Beware, my flares poke ?holes? in rolling chairs

Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust begins

You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs

Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're holdin for dear life

Any mothafucker holdin the heat can have vice

You're just like a bitch wit no top on

At the Houston five, you lay down and get shot on

Double check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug

I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cop's blood



"Too much...I'm tired"

"In the company of those that fear"

"In the company of....fear"



"Above all, there was fear

Fear of today, fear of tomorrow

Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself"



"We came from distant space and even what some might call

Another dimension...and we're about to return"