Artist: Chief Kamachi Album: First Warning (AOTP Diss) 12" Song: First Warning (AOTP Diss) Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Intro) Yeah, you know what it is right? You'kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, JuJu Mob nigga I'll smack that trucker hat the fuck off ya head man Yo, this nigga... It's like the Insane Clown Posse or somethin' up in this jawn man Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin' you know who it is right? Yeah, yeah, uh, Kamachi, yeah, yeah Ayo the Pharaoh's back [Chief Kamachi] Yo, you little lames stare at the flame cuz my fire rare Wave white crosses when a Messiah there You look sweet in a night gown in Nike Airs Little ass, loose faggot nigga wit spiky hairs All that tough talk, get some of the toughest stares Snitch niggas smack wit interrogation chairs I was makin' songs while I was facin' years Made a livin' off runnin' up on face & squares Ya little gun pin a nigga face this year I don't think so, lil homie erase ya fears I'm on the hellevator, you tryna take the stairs Scared, yeah, now I gotta trace ya tears Where? Here! To the steps of the Church Ya name and everything that you respect in the dirt Brings friends along, no problem wit stretch in a hurst Kill you fo'real, don't care 'bout expressin' a verse I'ma animal, different type of hunger and thirst This why you wallow in pain and wonder the worst Who this evil man that God let come to the Earth Easter Sunday, gun play, run in a Church Pharaoh's back, in less then an hour's math Woke up, choked up another coward cap Seven in the cres' is where my power's at You a faggot Catholic Priest wearin' shower caps Lights and candles slowly march the isle They put dick in ya ass then you start to smile Tone of the Beast, think you on roamin' for peace Gangsta made me a wrestlin' ass comin' from Greece Step to my booth, old center, confess to the streets You ain't neva seen blood from a body, slug in a shotty Research gangsta in love wit the Gotti's 'Daddy Day Care' you stay here huggin' the potty Here's ya pacifer, I'm the Black Messiah Bible for the block, shots from that rapid fire It don't take a genius to know the shells spin spherical Another verse, another ten minute miracle Mayhem at the morgue early in the a.m. I'ma goon, under the cherry Moon is where I lay 'em The bodies are pilin', slay 'em, how they pay 'em They don't want no beef, so I vegetable soufflé 'em Give 'em tubes and wires, crew's retire I'm the real thing, stop tryna confuse the bias My proof is when you dead soul move the choir Kamachi - mothafuckin' Mic Messiah, YEAH!!!