ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Black Christmas

rate me

Put me in the booth and I'll brodie your wave files

You still getting booed at the open mic like 8 Mile

You still actin' like spoken word is serious

I laugh at you fag-niggas with dyed hair and pierced lips

What kinda nigga from the hood is you?

I could name fifty niggas that's as good as you

But a nigga like Plan man I'm better than all of 'em

I make em quit, how their baby moms' is callin' for em

Askin me where they baby pop at

That nigga he at the scene cleanin' my White Sox hat, bitch!

I tell em call you back in a minute

Cause when he finish he gotta brush my dunks so vintage

I'm in this rap game for the spinach

My food-for-thought is like serving fresh lettuce to niggas

I'm the chef and I'm cooking up Def Jams

Broad street bully cut the check for ten grand

I made a promise that I never get high

I ain't scared of death, I'm scared to live wantin' to die

Cause the one-twenty opened my eyes

The Koran molded me

The Bible told me what's in disguise

But, I broke nights like they need to be fixed

I had a thought pattern process pattern that D and B's rich

But, the block chirped hid work in the trash-can

I rip a nigga off and lay low in the badlands (Let me get that, nigga)

Stay bent off of what poppy done sold me

We all forced to hold heat, smokin the gold tree

So knowledge knowledge till the seven-fifteen-four

Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Reef the Lost Cauze

Kamach, my nigga Crypt and Demoz

Apathy, Celph Titled and King Syze

We all 'bout to put this game in a frenzy

And the chain's slight frost like the air in the Benzy

I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin' me by

You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine on Black Christmas,

I need a Gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas,

Nigga look at me little B

My peeps askin' me why

I'm a G this is me, so please wrap me a nine on black Christmas

I need a gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas

Yeah, yo, it's incredible the most

How a nigga flow just come so easy

Child's play with me home boy, please believe me

The way I formulate on time with metaphors lines and punch lines

Some times the shit amaze me

Fall back with a spliff and admire my shit

Don't need you, got enough people on my dick

I speed through, breathe life on a track so slick

With sick shit, time's money so I must move quick

Epitome of rap

Never been clapped never been slapped

Just one time, cold winter day in '79

I catch that jock, and I'm a beat him till my arm's numb

And stomp him like Lars did that drum on one, motherfucka!

I once heard The Art of War is don't start a war

So I don't think you wanna ride like a carnivore

I mean carnivore, excuse my French I'm on the floor

The bruisin' wet got me feelin' like I took a hallucinate

Blue is bent, L-Y who the truest yet

Blew the inf, brain fragments flyin' through the fence

Stupid is as stupid does

I ain't stupid cause

I rap like a motherfuckin' animal my blueish blood

Never spills, I wrap my hand around the bluest steel

Blew is grill like foremen and informers know who I kill

I'll, now get outta my face

Sorry officer, me no hablo ingles

Let me offer you, food for thought on the plate

Once you know the block hot you hit the fire escape

Get in get out, hit liars and snakes,

Your birthday only day you rely on the cake nigga!

I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin' me by

You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine on Black Christmas,

I need a Gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas,

Nigga look at me little B

My peeps askin' me why

I'm a G this is me, so please wrap me a nine on black Christmas

I need a gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas

Army of T.P., honor of street thieves

The harmony of harm done to a beast-beat

I execute from hook to hook like a nice jab

And pain from pushers squeeze like my wife's hand

Slight tan, my homie Muslim like Fife's man

Pillow of Kush as if the Kush is my life span

My product slip through the right hands like white sand

Those I kill for can count on my right hand

Beef handled like blades in knife factories

Cut coke, cut bum niggas like nutso

This ain't a movie clip, it's a jewelry stick

Ever see me runnin'

You'll have to be like, "Who'd he hit? "

You knew he Vic, shit, you still trusted hit

Know a lotta robbers from bids, still fuck with them

That don't mean they up in my crib, I'm still hustlin'

Anniversary nine-elven we still suffering!

I'm a mutherfuckin' monster, everything I'm spittin' is all real

Take a good look in my trunk and it's all steel (Yeah)

Ain't nobody in control it's Allah's will

The other trunk ain't filled with diesel, it's all krill

Arm leg leg arm head when the gods build

You the first devil with a plate when the hog's killed

You the first one to run from the war

You the first one to run from Vinnie's gun when it draw (Brat, brat!)

I left your whole team deaf when I spoke

Then I put your whole entire fuckin set in the yolk

Yeah, we ain't the motherfuckin set to provoke

Or else the last thing you see the fuckin deck of a boat!

Brat, brat!

Hahaha!

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