ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Azrael

rate me

(Hook)

Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun

If you live by the swerve, you'll probably die by the gun

Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head

Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death

(Verse)

I'm the prince of darkness, reign over the Kingdom of disaster

Rhythm get smashed, fucked, like the children of a pastor

Nigga, I'm bad luck, I'm misery, I'm yo master

Making you hang it up, like folks livin' in Alaska

I'm rated, get summer blinded, by the sun divine Damian

In the frontlines of Egypt, with the blood line of an alien

I'm so defiant, the stone that broke Orions dome

Flow tyrant, hold the belt of Orion I strode with Giants

The globetrotter, spit ghost like an m.o. brother

The old father of flows, there's no one that goes harder

I'm the Al Qaeda style writer, death's an inspirado

A life of behind these walls, get caught in my lines of fire

And expire, I'm the devils pitchfork in the road

I'm torching your soul, till you sell it for a fortune of gold

The fortune's foretold, we all die, so live life to the fullest

Live by the gun, die by the bullet, by the knife slicing your gullet

Pharaoh

(Verse)

To blind to see the light, I envision blackness

Live by the bloody hatchet, die from the dusty ratchet

Back from the lake of fire, with my halo broken

They want reality, so I give them a fatal dosage

Niggas acting real savage, but I barely notice

I'm headhunting, so I ain't trying to lose my focus

We the murderers, murderous, call the coroners

Tell them to stop recording us

No more hope in 'em, boxcutter open em

This is uncut opium, for you to put your nose up in

Got em overdosing, head-swelling, comatosing

Overseas flown post in, by the floating in the ocean

Pharaoh

(Hook x2)

Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun

If you live by the swerve, you'll probably die by the gun

Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head

Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death

(Verse)

Don't be trusting in these rappers, look how poor they be actin'!

Only seen guns bust, in Civil War reenactments

Yeah, we all took that class to Harrisburg or Gettysburg

So spare your words, before you get embarrassed, nerd

Waiting for the day I'm catching you

You could have MMA fighters protecting you, pussy, I'm still wrecking you

Your idol, the one you wish you could perform like

Drop classic albums, you can't even get one song right

A couple songs like, but not cause you speaking on 'em

It's cause the beat was banging, and had dope features on it

It's reefah on it, you got a rats spine, a chickens heart

And a weasels stomach, what are you?

You little hawg you, you fucking pig

I split your wig, so what you on kid?

Dope or dog food?

This ain't a warning, it's a promise, boy

Cause I'm your motherfuckin' dad, and I won't raise a momma's boy

(Verse)

Yeah, my family hate you, we rallying

I was chilling, but then y'all propagated the pro'lem

Let it wash over you, let you pray to the lion

If the father disrespect me, the baby is dying

What's gon' happen when the inmates raid the asylum?

It ain't one of you motherfuckers crazy as I am

Killing you stupid motherfuckers is fish in the barrel

High Priest, the very temple, I am a Pharaoh

Crypt the Warchild, the bow, I am the arrow

I get under you skin Lord, I am the marrow

We could go gun for gun, battle for battle

We could go sun for sun, mine is a Pharaoh

(Hook x2)

Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun

If you live by the swerve, you'll probably die by the gun

Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head

Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death

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