First Warning (AOTP Diss)

Intro)

Yeah, you know what it is right?

You'kno'm'sayin', Mic Messiah, JuJu Mob nigga

I'll smack that trucker hat the fuck off ya head man

Yo, this nigga...

It's like the Insane Clown Posse or somethin' up in this jawn man

Yeah, you'kno'm'sayin' you know who it is right?

Yeah, yeah, uh, Kamachi, yeah, yeah

Ayo the Pharaoh's back

[Chief Kamachi]

Yo, you little lames stare at the flame cuz my fire rare

Wave white crosses when a Messiah there

You look sweet in a night gown in Nike Airs

Little ass, loose faggot nigga wit spiky hairs

All that tough talk, get some of the toughest stares

Snitch niggas smack wit interrogation chairs

I was makin' songs while I was facin' years

Made a livin' off runnin' up on face & squares

Ya little gun pin a nigga face this year

I don't think so, lil homie erase ya fears

I'm on the hellevator, you tryna take the stairs

Scared, yeah, now I gotta trace ya tears

Where? Here! To the steps of the Church

Ya name and everything that you respect in the dirt

Brings friends along, no problem wit stretch in a hurst

Kill you fo'real, don't care 'bout expressin' a verse

I'ma animal, different type of hunger and thirst

This why you wallow in pain and wonder the worst

Who this evil man that God let come to the Earth

Easter Sunday, gun play, run in a Church

Pharaoh's back, in less then an hour's math

Woke up, choked up another coward cap

Seven in the cres' is where my power's at

You a faggot Catholic Priest wearin' shower caps

Lights and candles slowly march the isle

They put dick in ya ass then you start to smile

Tone of the Beast, think you on roamin' for peace

Gangsta made me a wrestlin' ass comin' from Greece

Step to my booth, old center, confess to the streets

You ain't neva seen blood from a body, slug in a shotty

Research gangsta in love wit the Gotti's

'Daddy Day Care' you stay here huggin' the potty

Here's ya pacifer, I'm the Black Messiah

Bible for the block, shots from that rapid fire

It don't take a genius to know the shells spin spherical

Another verse, another ten minute miracle

Mayhem at the morgue early in the a.m.

I'ma goon, under the cherry Moon is where I lay 'em

The bodies are pilin', slay 'em, how they pay 'em

They don't want no beef, so I vegetable soufflé 'em

Give 'em tubes and wires, crew's retire

I'm the real thing, stop tryna confuse the bias

My proof is when you dead soul move the choir

Kamachi - mothafuckin' Mic Messiah, YEAH!!!