The Deer Hunter
    (专辑: Violent By Design - 2004)
    
    [Chief Kamachi:]  Yeah yeah  Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo  Yo, my words sojourn, spread em like a 
slow germ, infected  Disease is collected and quarantined from my method  The 
borderline where the 
animal and divine become separate  I'm Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a 
record  Compel the 
skeptic when Kamachi unveil the 
epic  It's needed and requested  Brought to you like Elijah in the 
message  A 
jury of ancestors was sequestered  To decide my fate, for conductors of viscous vespers  Candlelight death is extras  Is usually hollow point flesh presses  Until they skin caress stretchers  I'm the 
best to finesse textures  My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a 
gold cabinet  Open the 
book to the 
chapter of this old soul magic  Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc  Up north grab it, then I 
hit the 
south pole with a 
magnet  East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the 
square  It's firmly established, the 
language is lavish  First to rock Roshashannah's and African pajamas  Swear before I 
die to be there with the 
best of the 
rhymers  Music for different ears, hears in different spheres  Global ink like the 
mobile link, make sure the 
pitch is clear  K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the 
dopest in here   "Too much...I'm tired"  "In the 
company of those that fear..."  "In the 
company of ...fear"   [Ikon:]  Yo we smash mics, but y'all wanna build  But in the 
face of death, you can't kill  And that's real, we fear what we feel  But y'all mo'fuckers can't overstand skill  If y'all stalk me, we Buck like Milwaukee  But y'all, y'all just do a 
lot of talkin  And maybe that's why you fear what the 
devil does  Maybe that's the 
appeal of a 
metal slug  You ain't a 
ghetto thug, you an actress  That's unnatural, like love between faggots!   "In the 
company of ...fear"   [Jus Allah:]  I 
burn leaf with Ikon and the 
Chief nigga  This next bud is not for you  Watching you made me land a 
clenched hand to your nostril  Stopping you from giving the 
god cold stares  Beware, my flares put poets in rolling chairs  None are prepared when the 
holocaust begins  You'll have the 
roach smoked down to the 
sole of your Timbs  Now I'm, holding your gems, you're holding for dear life  Any motherfucker holding the 
heat can have ice  You're just like a 
bitch with no top on  At the 
Houston five, you lay down to get shot on  Double check, you're dead, plugged twice in your mug  I'm high off the 
weed, drunk off the 
cop's blood   "Too much...I'm tired"  "In the 
company of those that fear"  "In the 
company of....fear"   "Above all, there was fear  Fear of today, fear of tomorrow  Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself"   "We came from distant space and even what some might call  Another dimension...and we're about to return"