| Song | We Still Searching |
| Artist | Chief Kamachi |
| Album | The Concrete Gospel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage ... | |
| I feel like they stealing my soul out here | |
| Man, I don't know what they believe in, man | |
| Kno'm'sain? | |
| We've tried everything | |
| Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute | |
| Shit, what the ****, kno'm'sain? | |
| Must be CREAM | |
| Yo I'm from the dunya | |
| Where losing life don't mean nothing to ya | |
| You still wallowing in my misery | |
| Praying for to deliver us | |
| Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don't visit me? | |
| I've searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy | |
| Screaming "**** you Lord" | |
| Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies | |
| And I'm starting to think the Church stealing my gravy | |
| Is it so? Is it so? | |
| Cause if it is than me and you need to rap | |
| Cause I done wasted all these years | |
| And for you ****ing up a little child's head like that | |
| I was searching for something that wasn't there | |
| Giving all my love to something that didn't care | |
| Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air | |
| And the rest of me was here | |
| Still searching | |
| They say the meek shall inherit the Earth | |
| But ain't no goods in my hood | |
| And I stroll past a boarded up Church | |
| And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work? | |
| Pay tithes, nigga, I ain't gotta dime for that jerk | |
| A hungry man don't eat off no Biblical excerpt | |
| And he don't pray, he just hope that his vest work | |
| In the dunya | |
| Where they won't hesitate to tomb ya | |
| Don't cope and from aldehyde fume ya | |
| You wear your cross, but do it give you power? | |
| Look at your environment | |
| Your grandmom in Church every Sunday | |
| The Preacher pay but she's 75 and can't think about retirement | |
| Now put that in your ****ing collection plate | |
| Been damn near lost my ****ing mind out here | |
| ****ing with'chall, man | |
| And these ****ing religions, man | |
| I'm ****ing God | |
| And what the **** you think about that? | |
| It's the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach! | |
| Cult Status! Nah'mean! Philadelphia! | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C |
| zuo qu : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage ... | |
| I feel like they stealing my soul out here | |
| Man, I don' t know what they believe in, man | |
| Kno' m' sain? | |
| We' ve tried everything | |
| Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute | |
| Shit, what the , kno' m' sain? | |
| Must be CREAM | |
| Yo I' m from the dunya | |
| Where losing life don' t mean nothing to ya | |
| You still wallowing in my misery | |
| Praying for to deliver us | |
| Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don' t visit me? | |
| I' ve searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy | |
| Screaming " you Lord" | |
| Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies | |
| And I' m starting to think the Church stealing my gravy | |
| Is it so? Is it so? | |
| Cause if it is than me and you need to rap | |
| Cause I done wasted all these years | |
| And for you ing up a little child' s head like that | |
| I was searching for something that wasn' t there | |
| Giving all my love to something that didn' t care | |
| Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air | |
| And the rest of me was here | |
| Still searching | |
| They say the meek shall inherit the Earth | |
| But ain' t no goods in my hood | |
| And I stroll past a boarded up Church | |
| And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work? | |
| Pay tithes, nigga, I ain' t gotta dime for that jerk | |
| A hungry man don' t eat off no Biblical excerpt | |
| And he don' t pray, he just hope that his vest work | |
| In the dunya | |
| Where they won' t hesitate to tomb ya | |
| Don' t cope and from aldehyde fume ya | |
| You wear your cross, but do it give you power? | |
| Look at your environment | |
| Your grandmom in Church every Sunday | |
| The Preacher pay but she' s 75 and can' t think about retirement | |
| Now put that in your ing collection plate | |
| Been damn near lost my ing mind out here | |
| ing with' chall, man | |
| And these ing religions, man | |
| I' m ing God | |
| And what the you think about that? | |
| It' s the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach! | |
| Cult Status! Nah' mean! Philadelphia! | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C |
| zuò qǔ : Dan, Lamont, Littlepage ... | |
| I feel like they stealing my soul out here | |
| Man, I don' t know what they believe in, man | |
| Kno' m' sain? | |
| We' ve tried everything | |
| Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute | |
| Shit, what the , kno' m' sain? | |
| Must be CREAM | |
| Yo I' m from the dunya | |
| Where losing life don' t mean nothing to ya | |
| You still wallowing in my misery | |
| Praying for to deliver us | |
| Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don' t visit me? | |
| I' ve searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy | |
| Screaming " you Lord" | |
| Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies | |
| And I' m starting to think the Church stealing my gravy | |
| Is it so? Is it so? | |
| Cause if it is than me and you need to rap | |
| Cause I done wasted all these years | |
| And for you ing up a little child' s head like that | |
| I was searching for something that wasn' t there | |
| Giving all my love to something that didn' t care | |
| Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air | |
| And the rest of me was here | |
| Still searching | |
| They say the meek shall inherit the Earth | |
| But ain' t no goods in my hood | |
| And I stroll past a boarded up Church | |
| And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work? | |
| Pay tithes, nigga, I ain' t gotta dime for that jerk | |
| A hungry man don' t eat off no Biblical excerpt | |
| And he don' t pray, he just hope that his vest work | |
| In the dunya | |
| Where they won' t hesitate to tomb ya | |
| Don' t cope and from aldehyde fume ya | |
| You wear your cross, but do it give you power? | |
| Look at your environment | |
| Your grandmom in Church every Sunday | |
| The Preacher pay but she' s 75 and can' t think about retirement | |
| Now put that in your ing collection plate | |
| Been damn near lost my ing mind out here | |
| ing with' chall, man | |
| And these ing religions, man | |
| I' m ing God | |
| And what the you think about that? | |
| It' s the Mic Messiah! Chief Kamach! | |
| Cult Status! Nah' mean! Philadelphia! | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C | |
| Kamachi! G O D | |
| Messiah! on the M I C |