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Army Of The Pharaohs

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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 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 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 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 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 mind right so swing your shit to the left 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 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 macplayer 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 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 But understand I recognize that I'm cursed With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse

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LOWELL FULSOM, JIMMY MCCRACKLIN, PRINCE ROGERS NELSON

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December 2, 2016

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