State Store - Black Dawn lyrics

'Machi, Lost Cauze, [Syfe Law?], Charon Don Let's get it on, it's Juju Mob motherf**ers [Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze] Yo, imagine if the Prince of Darkness Fathered a four-headed monster And sent it to conquer the black market And after the slaughter the monster grew stronger Broke free from the chains, held in hell no longer Lost Cauze: a wild dog with a pa**ionate bite So vividly brutal like 'The Pa**ion Of Christ' Kamachi snatching your mic, Charon tear off your f**ing arm And pa** it to Syfe like we pa**ing a pipe Make smoke slip from your bones just from listening to poems And when I walk you hear the theme music from 'The Omen' Arabian Damien's maiming men, and when my razor bend It'll do more than chafe your skin, dog I play to win This is the team to beat, my money's on the Mob The jig is up, your squad is a facade Y'all are nothing special, I'll f**ing stretch you You'll have to wear a mask for the rest of your life like MF Doom What?! [Verse 2: State Store?] To the black of dawn I'ma send it out in rapping form I'm from a shabby home where I created the greatest Of a written over ritual paper, I'm with getting money priests That'll sell you [leakies?] and free beats, now Please don't speak, just lose your turn Or you're gonna lose your soul, I'll curse your a** [?] That's the crib where you live, I'll leave it lying in ashes In front of your eyes your life flashes The sun'll rise covered in a ski mask You're praying so much you need knee pads Your teeth chatter, but ain't no coming back from this This like getting your wrists slit, you can feel this sh** Bumping your body like blackheads 'Til my pockets thicker than fat kids It's all for the love of the crafty rapping Meaning I'ma earn my earnings From issuing out some of the most burning sermons [Verse 3: Charon the Don] Yo, peep the Don, I'm nothing to sleep on so keep on You the type n***as beat and pull the heat on When we speak you would think we put the heat on We about to unleash the beast and leave a piece gone It's the Mob, a family of gods Street calamities, no fantasy, my sanity's lost To the fans slashing gravity and tragedy, pause I still got the ladies handing me their panties and drawers That's vanity y'all, no, you can't manage me dog Every d**h's another step up the ladder we fall The masters of war, civilization, my job's to spit for the nation My clique's so slick we slip through the pavement And we spit for amazement, so be amazed or be afraid It's history in the making, it's poetry in flame So talk reckless and feel the Glock'll spit The new apocalypse, ain't nobody stopping this [Verse 4: Chief Kamachi] Feel the spirit of the only black messiah in the room That slang nickel bags of swag and ? From the c**aine capsule boom to astral zoom Have street scientific tombs, kingly hieroglyphic tombs It's silk Moorish pantaloons I stay spiffy, queens screaming, too mystical for me The glow from my Tut j**elry put that pimp aura on it I am the fire of a goon in a Yoruba story K-a-m-a-c-h-i, supreme oratory Juju talk, scattered priests right with voodoo talk My voice is a dark road that very few will walk And these words is gold and your stereo's a vault I hit 'em from on high like an aerial a**ault Damn baby, I beat 'em to a beautiful pulp So bring the flowers and book And burn a million black candles for my murderous talk