Cameleon. Dz Chetha Liom song lyrics

Them dude's too ugly to be the champ

In a language we can clearly understand

Shabazz

Bey is the man

With or without a single fan

High ground circus still stay feet stand not a chance

Heavens advanced so we advance with the advancement

Enhance with no robotic enhancement, flow handsome

Hurdled the cage(?) fought the fire plugged the pig pen

Thick skin, rich color hard body fresh butter

Rougher than leather from era lighter and thunder

Warm winters and cold summers, King Michael and Obama

Funky drummers, daughters and son sonners

Elders and youngers to measurement beyond numbers

And came to break the gate like Saint Tubman and not for nothing

In this tradition, my beloved will not asunder

And keep it hundred

Illies Billies and googlians

The Christ crack the sky in Jerusalem

Make the devil