The Deer Hunter ft. Chief Kamanchi
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My words sojourn, spread 'em like a slow germ infected
Diseases collected and quarantined from a method
On the borderline where the animal and divine become separate
I'm Def Leppard, create some beautiful hell on a record
Compel the skeptic with Kamachi unveil the epic
That's needed and requested, brought to you like Elijah in The Message
Jewelry and ancestors was sequestered to decide my fate
To conduct in some vicious vespers
Where candlelight deaths is extras
It's usually hollow point flesh presses
Into they skin, correct stretches
I'm the best to finesse textures
My rhyme fabric is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet
Open the books to the chapter of this old soul magic
Juju tongue and voodoo come, behold this untold havoc
Up North grab it, then I hit the South Pole with a magnet
East and West have it, now my name on all four points of the square
Is firmly established, the language is lavish
First to rock Rosh Hashanahs in African pajamas
Swear before I die to be there with the best of the rhymers
Music for different ears, heads in different spheres
GlobalLink like with Nobu Inc., make sure the picture's clear
K-H-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here
Too much, I'm tired
In the company of centipedes
In the company of evil, evil, evil, evil
Yo, we smash mics, but y'all wanna build
But in the face of death, you can't kill
And that's real, we feel what we feel
But y'all muhfuckers can't overstand skill
If y'all stalk me, we buck like Milwaukee
But y'all, y'all just do a lot of talkin'
And maybe that's why you feel what the devil does
Maybe that's the appeal of a metal slug
You ain't a ghetto thug, you an actress
That's unnatural, like love between faggots
(In the company of evil, evil, evil, evil)
I burn leaf with Ikon and the Chief
Nigga, this next bud is not for you
Watchin' you made me lend a clenched hand through your nostril
Stoppin' you from givin' the God cold stares
Beware, my flares put colons in rollin' chairs
None are prepared when the holocaust begins
You left the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs
Now I'm holdin' your gems, you holdin' for dear life
Any motherfucker holdin' they heat, can have ice
You just like a bitch with no top on
At the Houston Five, you lay down to get shot on
Double check you dead, plug twice in ya mug
I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cops' blood
Too much, I'm tired
In the company of centipedes
In the company of evil, evil, evil, evil
Above all, there was fear
Fear of today, fear of tomorrow
Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourselves
We came from distant space
And even what some might call, somewhat of another dimension
And we're about to return