Cambatta Exhale vapors Gaze in the smoke Its a ghosts from the fire that blaze when I tote Celestial particles of my burn victims Only sacrificing the herbs to earn wisdom Rap scholar Im down to my last dollar mad drama last saga of andromedas me! What your getting is Cams heart on the beat If Struggle is quick sand then Cambatta is deep look, I Seen a lot in my life The trauma the strife Im locked Im economies vice Medias molding our minds its pottery night open your eyes 911 was an obvious heist TRUTH! Their taking your freedom Obama is white Religions just a depiction of the stars in the night Chuuch! If knowledge power is and honor is might Then, Life is a battle not all of us fight Im Swinging Shadow boxing My doctrines are like a jab Im knocking facts into your noggin you dodge em Im Tim bradley robbing Snatch a ni**as cash up off him Slash em like a fraction problem If I my Dad watching Im thankful that he aint grab a condom Original man with a cynical plan to be a god and hold the world in the midst of hand Im Taking my chromosomes and Im switching the strands till stronger than Arnold and smarter than kids in Japan Im tweaking! I spark chaos Im part Aesops part Madoff and part Adolff I parlay off shore in Barbados With the rich white banking cartels and play golf Huh! Im Sicker than a plague cough Quicker then when dipping in a whip when it got straight NOS Sipping liquor by the pitcher like its may 4th or is it may 5th? and Im a straight spic Words are forms expression I like to play with by twisting them in complex rhyme patterns to make chips...Shit! I got that grade A piff and Bajan b***h badder than Bebes kids Im James Neismith Im heated like Bayless vs Steve A Smith Believe that shit Its Batta! Im out of this world Im like a spaceman since that keg stand with Mikes water in Spacejam Placebo effecting yall ni**as I dont even need substance to get to yall ni**as Ill shoot a 3 then Ill steal it and shoot a 3 again In 8.9 seconds and Reggie yall ni**as Ahead yall ni**as you aint ready my ni**a If life was money blacks are pennies my ni**a You Throw em in the gutter seclude em from the lighter coins throw em to a bum he spend it on crack and invite his boys Your music is classified as a type of noise My music clever like Trojan horses inside of troy They classify it as a new school sound how my voice can project like Coo Coo cal, 40 acres a mule and a few thou Im Standing at my mailbox waiting its due now Smoke and mirrors life is like a magic show a bunch illusions for manipulating the average soul but I can see that slight hand looking close and digging deeps how you defeat that kind a plan Self sustain get knowledge and be happy Smoke and mirrors coming scream at me credits
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 07:51:22 +0000
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