Prayers - Kamakaze

Gunpowder, treason and plot

Rush hour fiends on the block

Sunflower seeds in a pot

Man are planting the seeds for the crop

Yeah man my team is a lot

The cream of the crop

Yeah man I’m here with my Gs on the spot

Kamakaze got the season on lock

I’m a hustler baby get lean on a botch

Charlie Sheen with a rock

Man I’m lighting up

Midas touch

Up the gears gonna grind a clutch

No leg to stand up

Find a crutch

If you weren’t so shit I would’t mind as much

Road rage was no bumper car

You little bumbaclart

Man you ain’t got the nuts to start

Man are so under par

Shove your shitty little 16's up your arse

Man I’ve done your dance

You man ain’t got the gloves to spar

Firearms they can’t box with gods

Let alone touch a star

So think before you come for ours

With bars I’m a bully

Write get well soon on your bullet

Then pull it

I’m gully you muppet

Smell the musk from the musket

Told you the mermaid was nothing to fuck with

Flow sound as dank as the crow in the blunt skin

Flow is disgusting

MCs get fried like the dough in the dunkin'

The light in the dark I’m the glow in the pumkin

Moanin' and frontin'

Suggest that you hide away

Bout to blow I’m the spoon in the microwave

Them man are goons on cyber space

What a precious life to waste

Man can’t relax or chill

This is grime not trap or drill

I told a man this is nigh not ill

I asked the mandem who’s real they said yr- yr -yr you are

Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are

Them man are fucked it

I said put them man in your prayer and your du’aa

Man can’t relax or chill

This is grime not trap or drill

I told a man this is nigh not ill

I asked the mandem who’s real they said yr- yr -yr you are

Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are

Them man are fucked it

I said put them man in your prayer and your du’aa

Where’s the punks and mosh pitters

Where the mass like rain not kane, I’m not sickers

Where’s the thugs and cop killers

Don’t want saints at my shows I want sinners

Tell them dickheads there the plot thickens

Let it be considered

I’ve had more wheels then you’ve had hot dinners

Clock figures

And we’ve brought half the mob with us

Man start playing hide and seek

Violent streak

Man are no kaiser chief

Riots I don’t predict em

Man I inflict em

Man are make victims

Leave man laying on his face like Klinnsman

Friction

Leave your face lookin' all crimson

Simpsons

Man know Matt’s the creator

Man I’ll send a man back to his maker

Like a trip back to Jamaica

Man move back a yard

I’ll push an airline back a yard

Man are like raa

Kamas hard

Welcome to the abattoir

Your T-shirt it says cocaine and caviar

My research it says low pay don’t have a car

Which one is it?

See young man get lift when I switch off physics

I don’t tend to switch off lyrics

But if man want to step in the wild

They know they better say my name

See who’s a survivor destiny’s child

Separating the boys from the pen

Big Kamdog got the poisonous pen

Them man talk about nines and four fives

But we both know it ain’t quarter to ten

Man can’t relax or chill

This is grime not trap or drill

I told a man this is nigh not ill

I asked the mandem who’s real they said yr- yr -yr you are

Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are

Them man are fucked it

I said put them man in your prayer and your du’aa

Man can’t relax or chill

This is grime not trap or drill

I told a man this is nigh not ill

I asked the mandem who’s real they said yr- yr -yr you are

Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are

Them man are fucked it

I said put them man in your prayer and your du’aa