KARMACHI
Jogging on the outer rim of a record
Mecca is so far from me-
But the Chi is the long haul
I call you, you call me
Trade factual evidence of there ain't sh** to do
So let's form a crew-
Its us for only one power
Hour after hour, we missing the points
Joints n coke cans, but the Box
Talk a good game, maintain
That sentence is plagiary
Majorly corps leaving us short
Of one hit wonders for a fantastic voyage
Gutter dialect
Men we've been bit
Way laid us, through a crystal tunnel
Walking whirl pools, headed for the funnel
FundaMentals at the steps
Earn your respect after Aryan encounters
Mounting the props as the cash flow drops
No fame in my heart, just partin
Startin to question if I lay it tape
KING KONCEPTS
One day punching holes it came to me
Most hip hop was hella lame to me
All seemed to same to me
But we're gonna recapture the form
While progressin wit the lyric
Dope by spirit-
Do you listen or do you really hear it?
I love Jimi, Byrd and Coltrane
Words with no names
So what we really do is music, creation
Check the beats we make, there's no identification
God creates two, so with this in mind
I, boarded my vessel with MYTHOS to the side
Ya lied-
Now ya must die a thousand d**hs
With the chilling breath, I will board your zeph
And with a check 1-2, you'll go down
Take you to the place we call the underground
View the transition, man shut ya grill, LISTEN!
Man was made with two ears
So that he should hear more than he talk
Now walk, ride my Santuary
We crossed the river Styx on a ferry
I'm ya apothecary, in music
Infuse you wit dope
Fools be so concentrated, they be leaving out the pulp
CHORUS
At our backs is a desert of flowin
Knowin your past don't mean you know where you going
KARMACHI
Escape outta inquisition, my mission
Is to behold F.O., on a shoulder
Gettin older and realizin
That stereotyping and stupidity is clutchin
To leave ya rep wit little or nothin
Can we?-
Break free and imagine
Not having to listen to a crew of the same concepts
At best, we just West when destitute
Retired prostitutes from labeling pimps
After this job, I'll own you for a minute
I'll own you for a minute
No limits, on heart felt freestyles and dark lab concoctions
Just relax, its Koncepts and Karma rocking
Enjoy it boy I'll be invisible for now
But when I sit in a wheel chair
Staring at the water by my beach house I'm livin round s**in grapes
Pull a silver dread and ask me about our latest tapes
KONCEPTS
Ring the bell Montell cuz I don't like Ricki Lake
I know where ya mind's at I saw at your wake
Oops. I mean ya show-
And all my people know
That the way ya flow, just ain't gonna get no moe
Some heads gonna roll down Telly tonight
A long hot summer
There's no more high school broads
And men that act like high school broads
That wouldn't give me the time of day
Before June 16th
And now we're straight riding the pony
There's no more phony, fools
If you want to go out the back door
Do dat sh**!
At least ya please ya self
And as the spirit hits the filter
Someone somewhere is discovering
That the record industry is just slaves and masters
Now which one will you be?
We're comin---