Army Of The Pharaohs 67f3s

    Army Of The Pharaohs

    Seven 12r70

    Army Of The Pharaohs 67f3s


    [Verse 1: Planetary]
    Yeah! Yo, uh
    A lotta rappers try approaching the omen in my palm
    So punish your people while I'm up on the podium
    Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again
    I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin
    Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
    Eye on the prize
    I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry
    Making a secret society expose their purpose
    Making 'em release info and exploding my surface
    I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless
    It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split
    I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers
    On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerillas
    Untamed, and my niggas is kane
    Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame
    We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers
    Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers

    [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi]
    Yo
    The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says
    Bloody Fez, choke you like and Indian rez
    Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk
    Welcome, this where the murderers lurk
    It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work
    Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt
    Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam
    And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran
    They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam
    I'm in heaven with the angels that smoke grams
    You need God, that's why the earth so damned
    International, trying to get my flow banned
    That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers
    A lot of flood and famines gonna hit these years
    Kamachi back on the chapel stairs
    Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears

    [Verse 3: King Syze]
    If you wanna put your money up then muthafucker then put it
    For your family's sanity man, I wish that you wouldn't
    Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it
    And I know your whole life your raps, unedited footage
    And y'all mixtape niggas could'ntsee my platoes
    All up in my presence, why y'all actin' bashful?
    King Syze cats and any clique they rap flo
    Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows
    From, city to city, intersection to section
    But you reflexin', with or without a weapon
    I'm always steppin', never scared
    But always and forever prepared
    Yeah the ones who drink gas man It's [? ]

    [Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze]
    You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent
    Total dominance, rise to prominence
    In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment
    Actors can glamour it, and access the evil
    I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David
    Down and dirty like a damp basement
    The champ must demand greatness
    From himself, or be another contender
    There's 100's of niggas
    Dead left under the river
    From the days of slaves
    To hurricanes in Orleans
    See my people's grapes floatin' amongst the waves
    It's hell to pay, what?
    The devil don't take cheques
    I tried to send a message to God
    His phone don't take texts
    I need a new plan, a crook with knowlegde
    Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars
    Man, my momma got a mortgage
    And my little baby sister needs books for college
    I rob all of y'all

    [Verse 5: Doap Nixion]
    Hey yo
    They want the hood in here so they called me first
    I get 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH!
    This is more then music
    But these niggas is mad trash
    That's why the stores refuse 'em
    Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block
    I'm seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I'm doin the walk
    I'm an O.G., I call my tire niggas a wop
    Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block
    I love 'em uh
    Hand to hand, see your hands ache
    I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eatin' pancakes
    Ya niggas cool dawg mine's absurd hot
    Stop frontin' like you's a killer money, your nerves shot
    Yo you's a paxel nigga, dumpin' zolof in coffee
    AOTP what exhaust be
    Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's
    But I got my mom right so swing your shit to the left

    [Verse 6: Demoz]
    Nigga, if I had 24 hours to live
    Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds
    Vin I'm drivin' off a bridge
    Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine
    Gasoline, tank filled to the top
    Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces
    No preechers, strong enough to take me out of my zone
    I broke Jesus, broke niggas who squeal
    Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill
    I'm too sick for a pill
    Man these niggas ain't real, they're real fake
    They say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes
    That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped
    Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate
    I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar
    If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you mañana
    You don't want no problems
    You don't want no drama
    Nigga I'm a take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver

    [Verse 7: Celph Titled]
    Ya better cross your T's
    Cause we'll dot your eyes
    You can say that you're specialized but pharaohs will optimize
    Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there
    The malayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, YEAH!
    Holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?
    I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is motherfuckin' christian rap
    Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa
    My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers
    I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB
    Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's
    Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed
    Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony
    Listen to the hell we make
    In a year before your kids 10th birthday came
    You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame

    [Verse 8: Vinnie Paz]
    Respect a G, my clique clap at you excessively
    I lay back and drink alcohol excessively
    It ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me
    I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry
    A 40 oz of Dutch Master is the recipe
    That's my shit there, that'll be the death of me
    Give me a death mask, better yet an effigy
    I understand the math of death and it's complexity
    I understand how you was violently murked
    I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church [laughter]
    But understand I recognize that I'm cursed
    With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse

    Encontrou algum erro? Envie uma correção > 275l3y

    Compartilhe
    esta música

    Ouça estações relacionadas a Army Of The Pharaohs no Vagalume.FM

    MÚSICAS RELACIONADAS 69225w

    ARTISTAS RELACIONADOS 3x702j

    Mais tocadas de Army Of The Pharaohs 6m2260

    ESTAÇÕES b3l2c