Let the Organs Play - Chief Kamachi

Yeah, Kamalah

I’m back on my zone

Yeah, I’m back on my zone

Yeah, it feel good baby

It feel good baby

Yeah

Let the organs play

It’s the only way

Let the organs play

It’s the only way

I think I’m sane

They say psycho

They say I’m Damian

I think I’m Michael

Let the organs play

It’s the only way

I still spit on the mic sicker

Summon the demons in the night quicker

Blink my right eye, watch all the lights flicker

Disco ball 40 the poltergeist liquor

Street nigga experimenting with white Wicca

To the left path conjure a sign

Platinum pentagram and in the crime of kind

All my street niggas saying Chief vial is mine

The black devil worshipers swallowing swine

Do you believe that?

Body’s in hell, give me feedback

Hands on the old Ouija Board and a weed sack

Witches from Salem bring me deniro

Neanderthal whores, Iceberg is their hero

Pimp cycle, little disturb if I might say

Eyes from billie goat make the curry real spicy

Kamalah, fresh blood, the flesh on the collar

Smiling, strolling out of a funeral parlor

Yeah

Yeah, Kamachi, black candles and chainsaws

Project Lecter, big bowl full of brain slaw

Catapillar boots, pitchfork and plain shaw

St. Lucifer, we shop at the same mall

Dope, snorted out of a dead dames broad

Look in the sky, think I can make the rain fall?

Maybe I’m high?

Maybe I’m lonely?

Blasphemous, did God really do something to me?

Got a debt with the angels, fuck it, just sue me

I’m in the high court, tryna get a buck from your homie

Heard the story, love every word was glory

Phantom of the Opera, playing in purgatory

She needed a chaperone, ready to ask ya holmes

Sexy, sicko, jerk with a fractured bone

Evil and extacy, that’s my master zone

Pretty dead fuck, no need to cap a dome

Yeah, I never felt so freer

Rap of lungs taste like caesadea

One slice is nice, some mala and pizzeria’s

Kill a chee gong, weed bong