Chief Kamachi - Chuck D lyrics

Malah Kamachi Philadelphia Yeah [Chief Kamachi] Got a letter from the government, tore it to shreds Come and get me, burn a donut shop down full of FEDS Wire tap my temples, face on the Wanted List I talk power to the people with a blunted list Pay back, crack the shackles on the hundred wrist Hurt, Mother Earth lookin' for a son to kiss Got my light back shining on one abyss Bullet proof auras, every single gun I miss Life, that ain't something that you wanna risk I'm back, dressed in a black why come to this? One, two, mic check, Sun Tzu Runaway slave in the jungle wearing one shoe I am the body that great leaders can come to Neck loose from every noose that they hung through Can't touch us, bunch of dead klu klux's Chronic masonic, let's puff a few dutches Mach! (Hook) Sample YEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav [Chief Kamachi] Welcome to the Terrordome It's still zone red cross burn my lung Pull it through a comb head Stand on my square, step on a s**er toes Black Fred Flint locks full of water buffalos Gorilla palms, it ain't hard to crush your rose Young Tut, soul strut, freshest clothes I radiate something outta '88 AK a**ault bank vault get the baby cake My wife a queen I ain't scared to say my lady great Spin the nine planets, goddammit! Crazy rate Nat Turner don't wanna be a crack earner Godbody, historical fat learner House n***as, Uncle Tom janitors I'm in the lab with the pen like Ben Banneker Cure for AIDS in the West African cannister The k**ing fields, cannon ball banish ya Mach! (Hook) Sample YEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav [Chief Kamachi] Fight the power, Spike Lee strike three Hundred years in the hole won't ever see a life free Ham sandwich waterdown ice tea f** the law, concrete wall nothing the sight see Grudges with Supreme court judges Autograph pictures for families saying they love us Next time they see us we're buried under the covers Hell in the back they supply my brother Have the candle light visual when reviving mother Half the night afterlife tryna discover Back to school again, live by the laws of the hooligans Mach no one do it like Young Dulligan Street preacher, pole pit a dirty curb I'm 720 you're barely a 33rd Great men, Malcolm Little from the state pen Angelic but I use to be a straight jin Mach! (Hook) Sample YEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav