Legends of the Hidden Temple

Armond WakeUp

Give the drummer some
Adjust my cummerbund
Never a one & done
I'm a one of one
Wanna rumble with the bee huh?
Running the flow til my knees rub
Better tell em speed up
We worldwide......to reach us need a Visa
Never put my feet up
I lead us
Lotta these rappers for Jesus
Not it
How your content nonsense when you God sent?
'bout corny as a Glock tip
Rock pitch
Wet paper bags tryna block bricks
If you the key to life, I'm a locksmith
The stage is set, who gon' jump in the mosh pit?
Separate the vine from the foxes
Separate the time from the clock ticking
Tired of debating while the world dying
Trying to present a gospel that the world'll like
Or being controversial for the sake
Or tell me that it's not enough to pray
How can we be PC
When the TV
Tells you to reject living water for the seaweed
We need
A little more than acceptance
More than intellectual perspective
Maybe a message of affection
Instead of a perception of perfection
Let's get acquainted with the pain that exists in a sentence
I ain't listening to ya lyrics
I'm listening for intention
Your missions for a mention
Itching for the attention
If my pen don't draw affliction
Then I missed it
I'm Liston
They misting
Blinded by the green
I'm Great Muta to you losers
Stinging for my amusement
You ain't a a movement
You a lubricant
Doc, throw on a loop
Ima loot it
Kairos, Too, is near...stay close to your computer's

KamBINO

They ask me should you be the bearer of bad news if you’re carrying the good…
Or say that I should speak solely on Christ and being holy when they’re burying the hood…
I’m like “PLEASE get these fairies off my wood….”….ugggh…..
Lord knows prolly dresses in their wardrobes…
So any efforts to impress ‘em had to forgo
In essence I’m stressin’ coalescence with the Lord’s goals…
Like “F these heifers, they don’t get it – least the Lord knows…
(Forgive)….I’m really livin’ over here chief…
In a space where aspirations and my fears meet…
Fresh out the wilderness surviving off of deer meat…
I feel that comin’ out alive is a for real feat…
But….in spite of all that I’ve been through
My faith is on ginsu…..face on igloo…
But patience on thin keep them things ‘bove ya chin glued…
Or you might not get out of what you get into – listen
I am a Christian, but I’m not Christ…
Swing on me g you liable to get socked twice
I’m known to have off nights…..only occurring though when I’m off mics…
The pots stirrin’ – know y’all heard I got the sauce right?
Right…..and this ain’t a lick of the spoon
This just a taste of the waste, I’ll hit you wit somethin’ soon
That put the squeeze on ya face that make you scream at the moon
Like “Ahhhhhh”- g, oh my G – you see what he’s doin’
K is for Killa…..A is for Animal
M for this Mayhem sprayin’ out of my mandible
B for the bars they barely can get a handle on…
I’m No Other – KamBINO g is a standalone
That captivates the naughtiest of audiences
Crowds with jewelry gaudy as the bodies on a lot these strippers…
There’s real and then there’s fake but can you spot the difference….?
There’s clear and then there’s “Wait – you really NOT that IS ya…?”
Discernment in earnest I learned to covet…
On wisdom was willing to burn the budget…
Knowing if I spent it on wisdom I’d get more of it…
Cycle’s building riches on riches – you gotta love it aw yeah…