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Snowgoons feat. Buckshot, Reef The Lost Cauze, and Chief Kamachi – Make Way lyrics

[Verse 1: Buckshot]

Make way for the number one independent
Buck said duck, hold it down and I meant it
Two thousand and now, the year I invented
How to get a label, the majors you all ended
Pretended you had them pre-sales locked
w-w-w-dot plotting, that stopped
Flop out the flock, had to cause a shock
? unorthodox
Ain’t nobody at the top like nah you can’t rock and roll
That’s where it gets out of control
Oh, everybody got a sight, everybody gotta fight
? but not a soul, not at all
You don’t gotta ask me no more now
Next time we meet just say, “Buck, hello.”
You know? Cause it’s too much info available
Nowadays you got a tape from ?
Wait, they don’t even do that now
Go to my site and upload your mp3 file
A’ight? Next time you want to learn more
Why I’m so independent, first of all brother I earn more

[Chorus]

I suggest our respect, you give us or give up
Like I suggest
Okay, so next time you wanna learn about this rap game ask me

I suggest our respect, you give us or give up
Like I suggest
Okay, so next time you wanna learn about this rap game ask me

Can I put you on? Son, you put em on
Can I put you on? Son, you put em on
Can I put em on? Son, you put em on
Cause them other dudes talking that shit that’s wrong

[Verse 2: Reef The Lost Cauze]

It’s the killer sling crack shows smoking the Castro
Frosty the Flowman made from black snow
With no carrot nose, blood from a ? froze
Reef The Lost Cauze is the name, who cares to know?
? see ever my ?
Make crime rates migrate to different climates
Inhabit your habitat, I am a battle axe
Dipped in ? to the scene till your cabbage cracked
Make you do the running man, yeah the cabbage patch
Where that cabbage at? Never ? sacks
Give me bubble kush, motherfucker look
It’s Buckshot and Kamach, motherfucker hook
I ain’t the one for the dumb shit, no fucking crook
Put down the gun son, read a fucking book
I recommend you start simple like Dr. Seuss
You say you better than Cauze it’s just not the truth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chief Kamachi]

Yo international, hip hop is my interpreter
Galaxies beyond my sound blast from a ?
I’m the dot in the center of a symbol that’s circular
Too deep religion of the streets still converting you
Slaves y’all worship the cell
Too much for family to visit plus they’re restricting our mail
Besides our own freedom they take our children’s as well
Medicine and mind games, ain’t no healing in Hell
Temporary thing, our people still will prevail
Look at our history, please acknowledge the ?
Last time you seen a book you was booked up in jail
Don’t read too much, life is a story to tell
? music how I ? dollars ?
Mystery schools laugh at diplomas from Yale
Back on the Ivory Coast where our great merchants will sell
? corner stores the ? where we purchase our els

[Chorus]

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Narrow Grave – Army of the Pharaohs

Chief Kamachi:
Yo, they love the way I pen a chant
Under a tinted lamp, hear my voice blast from a vintage amp
I kill the reciters of lies
Get burned by the fire, from the lights in my eyes
It’s Kamachi, possessed by the Pharaoh ways
Underground, like where the bone marrow stays
The spot where you bleed is where the arrow lays
A sideways death for a narrow grave
My shit hit hard like an Arab raid
They blow up, ain’t no need for a barricade
They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade
They looking, so stuffed when the barrel sprays
Since the Five Perfect Excertions the waited afraid
The devil caught them from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy
 
Vinnie Paz: Chorus x2

Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough
Until the Army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through your chest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up
 
King Syze:
Ayo my vocal duel, payment hiatus save the local crews
Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew
But not you, jealous ones they envy us
Cause we spit venomous till books remember us
Hell-fire embedded us, plus sins condemning us
It’s just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators
I be like this, best believe I can’t be ignored
Spitting metaphoric, till the chosen childs aborted
When my minds in orbit, forces knock you off your high horses
Deal with high sources, until the meal is five courses
The flames is high, when by brain and the train collide
Under much needed change in time, the game is mine
Build strength through the niggas that be hating my peers
But it’s the Army part of me, nigga; you’ve been waiting for years
From a small block, hip-hop, bustin’ my tool
King Syze, dope shit, what can I say man? It’s nothing new
 
Chorus x2
 
Planetary:
I’m a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and a gift of gab
Pharaoh tongue that can slash through your clique and stab
From the days where you carry screwdrivers in back pockets
In case you had to prove that your crew’s live’r
We was painting on your property
And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me
Planetary nigga, Q-D original, smooth criminal
Smash your mental, bruise your physical
It’s something about the evilness of this track
That makes Heaven’s gates close and the tabernacle crack, in fact
It separates all the lies from the facts
And makes you see the light right before the sky turn black
It turns boys to men, toy soldiers to generals
Innocent mother fuckers graduate as criminals
It makes you think twice about who you are
Makes you feel like death’s coming every sixteen bars
 
Chorus x2
<<<LINK>>> www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIZYiIZFxZw

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Dev Rocka feat. Chief Kamachi – Sky High lyrics

[Chorus]

She wanna blow, there’s nowhere to go
But up in the sky high
She wanna blow, feel like there’s no where to go
So she gonna die high

She wanna blow, there’s nowhere to go
But up in the sky high
She wanna blow, feel like there’s no where to go
So she gonna die high

[Verse 1]

Yo, I see a fiend on a binge
Three matches, crooked spoon and syringe
Eyes got a yellowish tinge
From the burbs and the hood with a heroin cringe
Yeah, she dip in the street with the Jinns
Long away from the white picket fence and the Benz
Sorority girl sorrow and sin
Step pop feeling on her, age of ten
Mom don’t believe her, pain caged within
Scattered, pimp addict by hundreds of men
Love the way the needle feel pushing under her skin
Make it feel like they never done it again
Found her peace, that’s why she want it again
Two-twenty, now she weigh a hundred and ten
Slithering sleaze pin her knees at ten degrees
Winter time fought and ducking from the fiends

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Fiends hurt for her works, dirty skirt, Third and Burks
Old head put her down with that dope she thirsts
Eyes tell a story wanna escape the earth
Her son died, why God you ain’t take me first?
On the chapel steps you screamed cursed the church
Want to bring his soul back, reverse the hearse
Same shit in the hood, the struggle remains
Depressed in a mess, in love with the pain
Shot her arms out now she use the jugular vein
It’s money for blow, get it however it came
Under some fellow’s umbrella whenever it rain
Twenty years on the stroll, never ashamed
So many tears wept, not so many years left
Already gone, or walking dead, don’t fear death
And there’s nothing in the scorn where the hate’s kept
And the tracks on her arms so she a Queen vexed

[Chorus]

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