Artist: Chief Kamachi Album: Rise & Rhyme Vol.1 Song: Rise & Rhyme Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Chief Kamachi] Rise & Rhyme lessons from the black sage I'm really a street priest conjuring the rap craze I meditate and blow the walls off the bat caves Pookie Andretti doing 90 in the crack maze Little Shareef duffle bag full of black k's I am the product of the families that trap race Got knowledge of self during my early rap phase Still Brand Nubian, divine when the track plays But I don't see twinkle in the sun rays Bodies on their last flight, preparing for the runway Mother name is all set, talked to her on Monday Her son is a JuJu man, no need for the gun play Sit down focus well, write a potent spell Jewels for the block, but I ain't got no coke to sell Passages from Malcolm X, old heads quote in jail No liberty, so it's deliberately they broke the bell Yawn on the White House lawn after I smoke an L Critically acclaimed then politically I'm dope as hell Guru of Uhuru, still yellow Zulu Niggas get a little gold and act like they never knew you (Chorus) Rise & Rhyme wake up to the wrong rock The sun is my rhymes; the mic is my alarm clock I've been dreaming this for years now I'm on top Open the eyes of the world when this bomb drop [Chief Kamachi] Rise & Rhyme let a Wiseman school me more Open my rap book it's just like a jewelry store Ancestors told me take the path where the evil soar Had a dark aura, power of illegal law Brother you're a warrior came here to free the poor Pain in my voice pitch, words of the deeper call Aunt Jemima old as shit still gotta sweep the floor Sambo's thinking they're Rambo's for this evil war Ignorance is bliss, why they killing people for? Devil versus God, let the cemetery keep the score Been left Africa, barely can see the shore Now I'm back home put the pen to the paper more Out on the block had a different form of strict focus I studied cult leaders, different forms of hypnosis I use the studio to give the world a mind-state I studied Kabala, plus I studied the crime-rate Look at what the rhyme make, icing on divine cake African gangster shit, dinner with a fine date Chilling by the pyramids, nibbling on a wine grape Nothing but food for thought, jungles full of primates (Chorus) [Chief Kamachi] I stand and take a bow feeling holier than thou In the center of the square, or maybe it's a pentagram? Look like the pentagon the side that the center's on With earthquake machines flick a switch turn the tremors on It ain't nothing that ain't never did in Hollywood Truth for ten bucks on the screen watch it it's probably good The subliminal, visual, audio, digital, energy, inimical Penalty is criminal, niggas in the coke lab cutting up the chemicals Can tap to a higher self, fucked up our tentacles It's been a long time now, close to the pentacle The hieroglyphs and what I spit is identical Malah, musical scholar with the medicine Vaccine for the rap scene when the letters spin Victorious another medal for the veteran Legendary ten years plus after this February So let's celebrate another devil head to bury Come and hurry, you know the saying "Son the more to Mary" (Chorus)