[Chief Kamachi]
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Yeah yeah
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Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo
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Yo, my words sold germs, spread em like a slow germ, infected
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Disease is collected and quarantined from my method
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The borderline where the animal and divine become separate
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I'm Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a record
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Compel the skeptic when Kamachi unveil the epic
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It's needed and requested
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Brought to you like Elijah in the message
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A jury of ancestors was sequested
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To decide my fate, for conductors of viscious vespers
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Candlelight death is extras
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Is usually hollow point flesh presses
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Until they skin caress stretchers
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I'm the best to finesse textures
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My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet
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Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic
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Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc
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Up north grab it, then I hit the south pole wit a magnet
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East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the square
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It's firmly established, the language is lavish
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First to rock Roshashannah's and African pajamas
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Swear before I die to be there wit the best of the rhymers
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Music for different ears, hears in different spheres
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Global ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear
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K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here
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[Vocal sample]
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"Too much...I'm tired"
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"In the company of those that fear..."
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"In the company of ...fear"
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[Ikon]
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Yo we smash mics, but ya'll wanna build
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But in the face of death, you can't kill
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And that's real, we feel what we feel
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But ya'll muvafuckas can't overstand skill
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If ya'll start me, we Buck like Milwaukee
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But ya'll, ya'll just do a lot of talkin
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And maybe that's why you feel what the devil does
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Maybe that's the appeal of a metal slug
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You ain't a ghetto thug, you an actress
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That's unatural, like love between faggots!
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"In the company of ...fear"
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[Jus Allah]
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I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief nigga
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This next bud is not for you
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Watchin you made me land a closed hand to your nostril
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Stoppin you from givin the god cold stares
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Beware, my flares poke ?holes? in rolling chairs
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Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust begins
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You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs
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Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're holdin for dear life
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Any mothafucker holdin the heat can have vice
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You're just like a bitch wit no top on
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At the Houston five, you lay down and get shot on
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Double check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug
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I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cop's blood
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"Too much...I'm tired"
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"In the company of those that fear"
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"In the company of....fear"
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"Above all, there was fear
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Fear of today, fear of tomorrow
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Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself"
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"We came from distant space and even what some might call
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Another dimension...and we're about to return"
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The Deer Hunter
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Jedi Mind Tricks |