King Among Kings - Chief Kamachi, Vinnie Paz, Esoteric

Yo I’m a pharaoh, my street magic been on deck

I’m the north Philly Imhotep, you ain’t been no threat

Look at the walls to my lingual set

And the trim on the gold coffin where my demos kept

It’s Kamachi, my legendary status is earned

With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned

I don’t care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned

I’m Violent By Design with the scope and the urn

You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm

I’m in the desert with fatigues tryna focus the germ

Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire

Suicide bombers screaming «What?»

to Allah

Y’all tryna play heavenly angels

Get your halos mangled and the throat of your savior strangled

Enough to baffle your ears, a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs

Ayo, my flow is pain

I feel nothing, I’m bleeding novocaine

This is a soldier game

Fuck 'em, buck 'em, blow his brain

I camel-clutch mics, put your fucking soul in flames

Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah’s name

We fucking load and aim, ayo Chief Kamach'

Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops

We talking weed and rocks, Desert E’s and Glocks

The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops

I only fuck around with ill rappers

My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers

You only mad cause your flame is dying

I ain’t hard to find

You can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan

Master builder

Rap British Bulldog, boy, ask Matilda

Cats with the steel, young God

The soul bender with uncontrollable tempers

Leave you dead in your Nikes like

You was Heaven’s Gate cult members

Yonder yo the, the money folder with that funky odor

Don’t get it twisted like I’m speaking with the tongue of Yoda

You stay behind the bushes like a cop that’s under quota

I’m saying, «Fuck the Bushes» like a foreign country soldier

Shay’s worthy, my family play dirty

We continue to diss, you discontinued like a J-30

(Money wants you killed)

But you better tell cus to rely on M16s like D12 does

It’s the Army of the Pharaohs

Make a threat, you’re hardly a scarecrow

We bombard you with ammo, knocking off your sombrero

So move back, pendejo

You dealing with a lot of these guys

That rock silk suits with Mafia ties

I’m blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out

You’s a snitch, open your mouth, and names come out

So we gon' pop your top off and brains come out

Nigga I thought you said you knew what a gangsta 'bout?

Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry

I do the work of the devil, I’m a hell of a guy

Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed

And have blood squirting out your head like Coolio’s braids

Doggy, this is how we slaughter heads

Catch you sleeping, stab you so deep

The tip of the blade puncture your waterbed

Cause I’m the type to slice the skin on your back off

Come back a week later and slice the motherfucking scab off