Artist: Chief Kamachi Album: Rise & Rhyme Vol.1 Song: Hood Symphony Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Hook) 2x My hood symphony, let's make a musical Ya haters is nothing but spectators, just the usual I hold the mic gun powder on the cubicles Let off couple shots and the murder is looking beautiful [Chief Kamachi] I'm on some cool shit, call it the wrath of chill I feel like strolling thru a garden picking daffodils Nothing you craft is ill, weak linguistic process I graduated, heavenly sedated on the top test Swimming in the swamp looking for the Loch Ness Came a long way still got the hammers in a lock chest Backed out, bail papers seating on the cop desk Cuz I don't rap about crap, the label say I'm not fresh I've been to France, Barcelona, Oslo Couple of other countries where my fans keep my eyes low How you like me now? I contradict their theories I've been around the globe twice without a hitch they hear me Mach been doing this for years, the name is now embedded And the underground love me cuz they now I come to set it Got the sword of righteousness and all the devils get beheaded Tryna pay their way in heaven hope the angels taking credit (Hook) 2x [Chief Kamachi] Rebel Without a Pause, trapped behind the walls Watch the belly of the beast Don't get snapped up in they jaws I don't care if you a Moor, they ain't practicing they laws Got your mind inside a coma, keep you wrapped up in the ghouls Can never find a bookstore when shopping at the malls They don't want us to discover all the fallacies and flaws When the news first broke, Obama was a president I sat, starred at the TV, motionless, unventilated I came here as slave, never felt like a resident Do I believe in miracles? They saying that he heaven sent The world is in a different space But I can't pick and choose More than a thousand good reasons for conflicting views Turn to channel 7, we watching different news Find the truth from allegory and some cryptic clues Fascinated with masonry and some mystic Jews Over the burning hot sands and expensive shoes (Hook) 2x [Chief Kamachi] I studied everything, voodoo curses to five-percent I know some broke know-it-alls chilling in the squalor bench They quoting books know all the schools where the scholars went But every month they a quarter short on their dollar rent Welcome to my parliament, feel like the hardest sent Let's raise our babies, treat our ladies like our fathers meant I'm talking kings and queens, you talking crap and cook I understand nigga remember that I'm half a crook I never swore on the Bible I just passed the book And had a smile on my face when the pastor looked Seven days all the time that the Master took Another classic rap album nigga blast the hook Play with the instruments, make violent incidents My aura red, you're dead, not a coincidence It ain't no sympathy you looking for some sentiments Your last supper and you're sitting at the dinner tense