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Army Of The Pharaohs
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Battle Cry
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman numeral 4 But the IV that leads to the funeral floor Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvis Speeds through space and cracks blast astronaut helmets
Face it, motherfucker, I can pay to get rid of you I've got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals A new tyrannical force for you to fear Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs
A shape shifter face slitter, paper getter Tape your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius I throw more blows than boxing Dr. Octavius
Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high Plus I testify, it's best you die Then find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies
Downsize, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth Non-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting the earth
Ayo, it's my world and I won't stop And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks
I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same God I'm a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard
Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all brave hearts I'ma box up your frame and play the same card And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars Pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all
Yeah, raw muthafuckin' rap Hardcore shit, â€~94 shit Shoot the fuckin' place up, yeah
AOTP blast through your army fatigues Damage your team, competition done it with ease Gun in my sleeve 'cause nowadays homicide is my steez Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream And peeping your scheme
Put you on lean from right hooks, pausing your jooks You fake crooks need to hit them books Learn the rules of the game Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain You getting drenched in that November rain
We the opposite of that whack shit Trash man of clap rapping, you die, trash it Five six professional assassins Rocking these mics and repping my fam' with passion Remember it's Q-Dement', you bastards
Tell your man and your parents We be demanding that Brandon appearance At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics We be like Manny Ramirez, comes out at fall With the radical, magical, and emphatical
I'ma battle till I scatter your clavicle Call me admiral, raising the temp of the room I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I dismember platoons, your petty men are bafoons
We send them to their doom A stab of my venom enters their wounds I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics Tupac's alive and well Big L 'The Devil's Son' [unverified]with dope lyrics Live in regret, AOTP, these shook rappers hit the deck
Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East My specialty, only rhymer enveloping my lyric sheets Knock turbans off of Sheiks Use a pipe bomb, downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists
With they dreams no longer in arms reach That's what I call 'Dealing with calm speech' When I alarm your peeps Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon
My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in, tilting my clips and blue Stetson God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference Adept to any preference, pussy
Yeah baby, kings of the motherfucking underground Y'all motherfuckers don't want it with us This that raw shit, throw back shit
I make Evil Knieval music, I come through stunting Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something something Baby, I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant Born with an intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship
Shoot at you Chicago fitted and knock your socks off Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record 'Cause you's afraid, I'd put your motherfucking frame on a stretcher
I can't change laws sons, that's a government issue But I'll break laws with a gun, that's a government issue It's the army we got power and numbers And that's nines, forty-fives, and three-five-sevens, and m-500s
Some people say I'm superior when I shit it Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
Mozart of street rap, breaking the barriers Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers Ready to mangle anybody crossing the line I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time
Ready for war but won't rock no dick trees I rock mic's, you think it's a hundred and sixty degrees Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks Kill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips?
I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird I don't care if you're dead, let God have ya 'Cause I'ma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler
That's something you don't know about me, small rapper Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on You just spit a fucking verse whack then you're gone
Fuck fame, I study the fame closely They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley It's pain, homey, and your blood on my pen It's Army of the Pharaohs and we're flooded with gems
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