Testo Floor Chalk (Best Reprise)

[Guru]
Bring it on
But make sure intentions are pure
Cos like the saying goes-
?All's fair in love and war?
The fuck they'd wanna try to dead a brother for?
My bags are packed; I'm bout to head out on another tour
While back home, all the shorties learn to pack chrome They catch you slipping you could get hit to the back of your dome
The New York blocks are still scorching, word up!
At it's the same down in Philly, and the same up in Boston
Down south and out west, some don't move without vests
I feel a couple of rappers, but I doubt the rest
Cos I can tell they don't know what they're in it for
They know their whole steez is weak, but won't even admit it at all
Don't wanna play the game by the rules
So again the blind lead the blind, the fool is led by the fools
Picture me not setting it straight
That's like a fat kid at a cook up not getting a plate
So bring it on

[Kamachi]
Ayo the God known to control every cycle and season This my Holy Land, commercial ass disciples is leaving
When I hit 'em with this automatic rifle I'm breathing
And send they souls right back to the spiritual regions
My show gives listeners a miracle evening
Mary's womb is the spot that my voice was conceived in
Now understand me or what you should believe in
Don't care about my wrist, long as my melanin's freezing

[Guru]
I'm humble and calm but I still rumble and bum
Any fugaise lazy rapper, I crumble in my palm
They play roles, and they could never rock me
I'm well protected, well connected and I rock Kamachi
Bout to take ours back from the culture stealers
Cos we'll never see power unless we let our culture heal us
The strongest people, call us the soul survivors
So beware the burning sands and the molten lava

[Kamachi]
Yo, Kamachi, Philly's my official strip
Past streets are scientific, what I hit you with
The mind of an African initiate
I use my magic to murder any clique you get
Don't need to click a clip
I'm in the jungle with the Apollo stick
More powerful than any hollow tips
I'm out there like I blew up on the Apollo ship
I don't listen to Earth radio or follow hits
I'm a die for this hip hop home
I fought, and Guru got the temple where the bones is bought
So I can create a world where my poems is taught
And now I got 'em caught
Like high heels in the cracks of the boardwalk
Blood from the mouth when I give 'em the sword talk
Keep my eyes open like a war hawk
The slugs melt, but I think they need more salt
When my black candles burn in the middle of white floor chalk
Kamachi!

[Hook]
Mothafuckers know who's the best
Kamachi
Call me Guru
Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thang
Bring it on mothafuckers