Chief Kamachi - 777 lyrics

Yo, the son of genius out the womb of an Immaculate lady From the Tigris and the Euphrates Study endplates, slangin' crack in the 80's Tainted the black in our babies My religion is Brand Nubian, the sunshine raised me From platinum to shrapnel parts, I laugh at charts Gave the world math and arts to craft the sharp Lead you to the temple door the path is dark Fill ya mind wit gold I never sold I have the spark I make music for spiritual reasons Inhale wit the heathens deeply possessed The smell of d**h in the regions The source of the murderous force that you are receivin' Was the value of the relics that I left for retrievin' These jams in Bethlehem the people believin' Three Wise Men got their eyes on the sky this evenin' All they see is purple smoke from the lye we breathin' When the pen bleed don't think the Hebrew scribe is grievin' It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods Yo, I send the Earth miracle rain from the spiritual plane You a comedy king, had an hysterical reign So you being a king to me... that's unbearable shame So I'm back, gimme my crown and you wearin' my chain Kamachi in different languages, you hearin' my name Stay on my comp to reign Like the Moors when they conquered Spain Moon and Aries - Sun and Aquarius Gemini risin', flow so mysterious Look at my legacy, the landmarks in my areas So many priceless j**els, marble interiors Ain't no question whose art is superior Witch doctor medicine for musical malaria Yeah I'm here ain't no fearin' my aura They say the wise die like old Prophets holdin' the Torah And gangstas go one shot thru the fedora This for my ock's makin' salat readin' the surah They say the speech is pure I wrap the mind map of a street explorer That's tryna reach Aurora - Borealis Three long hits from the chalice Make you zone from the project steps to a palace C'mon... It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods Yo, I'm still shinin' like the stars feel free at night They on their grind tryna find how I see the light Black cabalist studyin' the Tree of Life Mystical degrees I write, enlighten emcees tonight Thru the mind of God is how I recieved the mic Wit three 7's that could rearrange a heathens life Livin' proof the truth, you couldn't believe the hype Wrestle wit Michael made the chump Angel leave the fight It's the resin, let it burn to the Heavens The return of the Sevens, here comes the Gods