Sanoja: Snowgoons. German Lugers. Heads Or Tails.

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Yo epic don on the Lord, my death gospel sings
It's what I serve the kings
I'm an angel with dirty wings
From Hell's church fiddled with bells work
Chief just invert, we crush the earth
We love to kill and you love the dirt
Code red alert, the guns go berserk
Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work
I'll write another verse and sing another curse
Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany
Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, "Emergency"
High like the heavens cause that's where I prefer to be
DJ Illegal cut start the surgery
It's murder in the thirty-third degree
Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me

[Verse 2: Virtuoso]
Bring your squad we starve em, fuck it who wants some?
Pawn em like the spectre of death we repping Boston
Smash y'all motherfuckers, you can't touch us
The flow fill your ears till your skull and brain rupture
Pain slashing cut you, get the cat of nine tails
Fills the rhyme grill, stab your heart with nine nails
You faggots spitting fabrications, figments of imagination
You won't get the picture until I flip and smash your face in
Throw you down a flight of stairs, stab you with a Viking's spear
Your whole cipher's scared cause they know the Titan's here
The church clothes blood-staining them when I'm aiming them
Spitting metal that'll penetrate your cranium
Tried saving them but fuck that now I'm maiming them
Mutilation shooting for God and making moves for Satan
Next I'm breaking making his body abandon his spirit
Started swinging on you motherfuckers like Manny Ramirez

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]
Return your motherfucking soul before my next blunt gets rolled
I eat you motherfuckers whole before the blood gets cold
Truth be told you talk like you're two years old
Same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold
When my rhyme begins everything that's on your mind ends
Each line from the vines like vitamins
Every message from Allah is like medicine
Every one of them could purify the Devil's sins
Fuck the fool, you probably flunked pre-school
We ain't equals, I ain't readable
You're one step above your own mother feeding you
Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
You couldn't get this high without a fucking needle
And a fucking supply to fry three people