Illest

(Intro) Chief Kamachi

Yo, yo, let's go

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Killah Priest, Planet Asia

Uh, Chief Kamachi, uh, yeah

[Chief Kamachi]

Ask God if you think I'm committing purgery

I'm one wit the sun, all of his angels work wit me

Rap supernatural

Built from a different circuitry

From Planet Asia, the answer certainly

That's our twist, mystic and the street scene

Levitate thru the hood, trying to make the mist clean

Breathe! Inhale a toxic future

Before you die from cancer

I bet the cops will shoot you

****** start revolution over 3 bags of ****

Stomachs touch, starring at few bags of hope

Trying to change life thru the few tabs I wrote

When the crafts invoked, spiritual paths provoked

Messiah music, all the ghetto choirs use it

Buddhist Monks, plus Franciscan Friars choose it

Thought the voice of the youth was gone?

Turn up your radio; once again the truth is on

Bloaw!!!

(DJ Rhettmatic scratching)

"You're now in tuned with the illest micro"

"Hold, let it go, set it tho', sweat it"

"Yeah"

"So amazing, field left blazing"

"Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this"

"You phony rappers"

"Yeah, time to go"

"We brought the place of hump/hardball"

"Like that"

"A wack ***** rhyming kills a raw beat"

[Killah Priest]

I throw Angels in the hells, slap the devil as well

Kill myself live on TV so my records could sell

Lock my own self up in jail, swallow the key

It's obviously; my role model is me (me)

I stare at myself, I only care about myself

Love ones around me...but I wear out my health

I only spit rhymes for me to hear

I believe I'm sincere

Rappers beware, only me y'all shall fear

I give myself dap, I love to hear myself rap

Bars are so hot they start to melt the track

Kamachi, Planet A, the canvas is our page

My mind is a .9, the pen is a hand-grenade

(DJ Rhettmatic scratching)

[Planet Asia]

Mosh pitting; I ain't the type to push

Lighting the kush

Bud knife to your face give you the NIKE swoosh

Straight from the temple

Anybody front on these High Priest is looking for a lifetime cripple

Through the pipeline, I stay on the tight grind

And fight crime, recite minds

I write rhymes darker then nighttime

Beat you in the head with a vine

Gold scrolls I'ma roll over and behold

But was told to the blind, we the best out

And yo, check out my next style from NASA manufacture by reptiles

Dig it, I strike with arrow, speak the language of Pharaohs

Camaro smash but rocking military apparel

Son of Cheryl, from a sperm cell outta this world

As the Earth twirls I'm building till my knowledge is thorough

They ask who can top it? The illest ****** you got three...

Planet Asia, Killah Priest, Chief Kamachi

(DJ Rhettmatic scratching)