Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamachi, Jedi Mind Tricks - Gutta Music

Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here, man Yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamach' Shit got to change, baby [Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze] Yo, they put white picket fences on all black houses Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain Since that "Feast" drop, everybody on Shareef jock I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok While y'all was poppin' and lockin', doin' the beatbox I was in the streets, ahk, mean glock tryin' to be 'Pac Wisdom came in the form of seein' teeth knocked Great G's shot, tell me when will the beef stop? I don't think it ever will That's why I might seem relaxed, dog, but I could never chill If that shiesty bitch don't kill me, then the cheddar will You think like a man with no hands, we could never build I'm from the era where they measured skill And if you disrespected the mic, then they disrespect your grill The era was truly gone But it's 'bout to be resurrected by the Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Dogs, what? This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid Time waits for no man, and such is proven We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid Time waits for no man, and such is proven We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] Yo, the forty days of wack MC's blown apart Replenish the earth, last miracle, Noah's Ark Rep like I own a art, Chief whole zone is dark They want my mind and birth time so they can clone the chart Hallelujah, Hell 'll do ya, Messiah spark Crown ruler, crush medulla's, we quiet hearts While my slum street angel play a riot harp Confusin' but amusin' to a mind that's smart What you expect when you hear the fresh fire start Black sage, urban monk Spiritually, you deserve the trunk I got pistols with crystals, you pussies never heard the pump Futuristic AK's make turbans jump Leave bodies on the side 'til the curb is sunk, Deer Hunter This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid Time waits for no man, and such is proven We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid Time waits for no man, and such is proven We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] With the Jake I'll never cooperate A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake I'll scar your face, Allahu Akbar, God is great You an animal that speak with the cops Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza, Reef and Kamach' I'll feast on the crops, leave your body bleedin' from shots My stone hands leavin' you with unbelievable knots A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me Military minded, shoot to kill With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil It's Lucifer's will, why Abyssinians fail But Israeli troops 'll storm the Palestinian jails It ain't like we never lost before I just think we should externalize the cost of war I'm like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid Time waits for no man, and such is proven We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it We just dumbin' it out, but ain't nothin' stupid Time waits for no man, and such is proven We keep it fuckin' movin', ain't nothin' to it