Peddlin' Music

(Intro) Kamachi Yeah, JuJu Mob, kno'm'sain Kamach, kno'm'sain African Kingpin, kno'm'sain Hustling these melodies forever, kno'm'sain Change the world with this music, nah'mean My man Charon Don, yeah, JuJu Mob [Chief Kamachi] Yo, it's the velvet caine killer, I spark cooler It's Young Dula - gold palace like a Baghdad ruler Sipping blood and caluha, with some herb from Afrua AK's ock, I got nuclear shit to do ya Obliterated, no residue so the body count is fewer I'm considerate; I give open caskets twice a year Die before you; look at these hands, your life is there My twin Glocks, yo they're known as trifling pair Hear shots in your dreams and you wake up and your wife's like... "Honey calm down, that was just lightning there" But the truth is that Kamach might be here Straight killer, dressed in a God that the righteous wear I'm a nigga that'll sell out heaven if the price is fair Don't believe the hype cuz nigga your plight is near Graffiti covered my crook in heavenly stairs My rep is there, dirty chalice full of everclear Raised in lock ass like a pittbull's pup Never see me on the strip stuck I don't kick fuck I know the game like my mama know my name I blow brains like fiends blow caine I was born into the dope game Sweat tubes and rope chains Hustling nigga the world just know my show name The block hot, but the boy hustle propane Smokes at the corner bar, just like a Soul Train Rocks glisten now they sweating my whole gang Like the way I stroll North Philly soul theme Sweating my jewels maybe these my old frames Just royalty, killa puffs a flow caine [Charon Don] Alecrim, raised on day long Rakim Judge me not cuz you ain't neva saw where I been Hell without flames, way beyond Nextel's range My necklace's frame below the microcell's in my veins Oh my... show's wild what I bleed you read So high... no guys could believe my steez We the truth - selected to lead the youth So what you do to the weed is what we do to the booth This is head-trigger music, half nigga music Something to blast for you sicker music I rhyme with class, it's richer music Don't confuse it, these punks is useless I'm on the beat where the heat pumps thru speakers when boosting Don't confuse it, these chumps is useless I'm from the street where the heat speaks and few get excuses Stupid! It's Chief Kamachi and Charon Don It's impossible to stop me, that's like pause in God I'm a pimp with knowledge so my mama sent me to college Ever since everything I spit is been nauesas Lyricism slash Prophet, ahead of my time This for your grandchildren's kids as they sit and they vibe So welcome to the game where the Ying meets the Yang But seldom do the pains that we're in seize to change Freak the beats, speak, keep 'em flame With a sleek physique and keep a heat to aim Repeat, repeat these waves Eat defeat, the weak and lames With a name that's so acclaimed you can't speak it in vain Maintain, we try to drink, smoke, think and coke Peddalin' music to survive while we eat these nuts Listen...