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Yo, kneel down in prayer, nah, but I pretend to be

My ministry of L, class of hot Hennessey

Genius in the hood, we mastered coke chemistry

President love us, we get the dope from the Embassy

Sit on the stoop, inhale and choke is a tendency

Judge gave the sentence, no repentance, fuck the penalty

Sitting in cage, full of rage, fallen man

Think wit my ten year old mind, first sold a gram

Family starving, trying to do all I can

Waiting for the mystery millions to just fall in hand

Open my palms, barely getting fresh air

Scrabbling like my body allergic to getting fresh gear

Six from the brown bag burning up your chest hair

Cold and brisk, sign of somebody's death near

No light, last vision seen was the Tek flare

No night, morgues ain't filled wit young blessed tears

Music is good, vividly reflect the death fear

Tombs talk, graveyards makes you respect fear

Blood on the stairway of heaven, keeps the steps clear

Electrocuting put me in your next chair

Bang two cops, waiting for the next pair

If I die there'll be another me next year

() Kamachi 2x

Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell?

Closest I get to heaven is when I blaze an L

Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell?

I don't wanna spend another holy day in jail

I've been the author, teller, composer of death

My best seller, got a load off my chest

Through the cobwebs of my cellar

The Goodfella, picked from the hood to be a failure

Wit black shoes, black suits and black umbrellas

No God to help us, the devil provided his angels

And blood stained shoes from trampling the bodies like wine press

God likeness, white divine dress

But makes yourself drunk from the blood of the righteous

I write this like stoned being caught by lightning

Clash of the Titans, I fight against her and the Vikings

Snake bitten by Great Britain

New Age System, Medusa is your ruler

She turns your city into cement jungles

I came from amongst you and your dumb schools

Waiting for you city to crumble

I pity the humble, love the aggression

Thug recession, blood on my weapon and I hug it wit affection

() Kamachi 2x

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