ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Digital War lyrics
rate me(Verse)
I run with grand smugglers, Afghanistan cush puffers (who else?)
Future lung cancer sufferers (that's us)
We perform illegal operations, like bad windows soft hear
Draped in ninja assault gear
Engineered crosshairs might talk in garbage
Money farmer, I stay harvesting commerce
Turn down yo office, piss on your acres
I live a lonely life, my only friend is paypal
Vest over the thermal position to ?
Watchin' yo family through the wall with thermo-vision, infrared
On your grand-ma, she'll die when I say so
Telescope on top of the flamer, like Galileo
(Verse)
I was walking through Mars with a pocket full of stars
Tryna think of new bars for the Army of the Gods
Lord help me to achieve all these tricks up my sleeve
Gotta pull them shits out,bring 'em out, let 'em breathe
Im the oddity of space, camaradities embrace
Academy, but best believe autonomy's in place
For the broccoli, I make sure that harmony's is laced
No apologies, here till the economy is straight
I'm the reason that your baby feeling colloquy today
I'm a product of the prophecy, the prophet of the play
Probably pick the wallabies with the top off delay
It's that nigga planetary, if it pop off, I stay
(Hook x2)
I swear, rappers gettin' fucked up this year
They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to the ear, last thing you'll hear
Is your soul tryna break through the earth's atmosphere
(Verse)
Even though I'm parked in the valley of the shadow
I'm a sniper with a rifle, sellin' death through the barrel
This is Shotgun poetry, a slam-down symphony
Love is a battle, and barrels is my infantry
Alien gun connect, plutonium gat
Sendin' niggas on they backs like linoleum plat
The same fade back Freddie, I'm Freddie with the
On my gloves and I'm ready, to cut a nigga face like confetti
Fuckin' with a live nigga cheddy
I bet he never thought I'd turn his whig to spaghetti
Literally think that I l a lyrical vet
The stripes on my sleeve, purple hearts on my chest
Fowl
(Verse)
Back in the lab and attacking the pad
Huntin' down the wack rappers, smackin' there dad
Back when Chad was a mangler, I was stranglin' these demons like
Triangular scheemin', on earth angels that leave when the war's gangled
My flow. Fightin' the pocket like a North Place price tag
Make you mad like a fat fuck watching the night gap
Haha
Poison ivy puttin' poison in yo vibbie
And void your noise, I can destroy your toys entirely
Tom Hanks in ? , you got a little boy's psyche
Not safe from workflow, shit is ?
The diabolical psychological raps with type of audio stats
Get your body blown jack, methodically I attack
Smack rappers out the fire pen with hat
Thunder cat using all the ammo on the rats
Hands on my leg on the street, no camelback
Step right, the hulk haul the granite off the planet
(Hook x2)
I swear, rappers gettin' fucked up this year
The guana make their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to the ear, last thing you'll hear
Is your soul tryna break through the earth's atmosphere
(Verse)
You betta bow low, little rodent, scurry through your mouse hole
Befo' I rip the soul out your motherfuckin' mouse hole
All about dope turnin' bitches into ?
Cold is on my ick like I stuck it in the South Pole
Open up my mouth and blow your fuckin' power out
Girls on my hot-dog similar to sauerkraut
I'm the type to upper-cut all of these Debbie downers
Cause I spend many these hours studying Kenny Powers
King of the assholes trashing his Corvette
Bank robbers stick you the vanish into a vortex
Hand over my heart like Napoleon Bonaparte
I blow you like Jonah Vaughn, you bitches get blown apart
(Verse)
They shoot to death when we make the pharaoh rise
Look in they eyes, you can see how the terror rise
Soft niggas petrify when the devil rise
Open they hearts, you can see when the terror lays
Run The Green Mile, no sweat, I'm electrified
Fire in the skies go, higher than the clouds go
Scared money, no? Put the money where my mouth go!
My girl's gotta eat,
Coney Ass niggas stacking bodies in the silo
The shit didn't flow, I would throw him where the tide flow
Rappers gassed up, cause they fuckin' with the pyro
Fuck the small talk, I ain't social, I'm a psycho
(Verse)
Man the fuck up! Who the fuck this long haired passed as shawty
Winchester, military gray, catch a hony
Anybody have a pro'lem with it, let them call me
Nobody make a fuckin' move, unless it's sanctioned by me
(I'm a fucking bull)
I'll let my young bull ride on you
Waiting on another fucking letter from Andromeda
Sold out shows from Pubitay to Ottawa
I just got the YHM silencer
Soul of Rick Camino in the mind of a philosopher
I'mma bring the motherfucking drama like an Opera
Heaven save me, I'mma shoot at you like a photographer
Deadly with the machete, ready for any conquerer
Hahahahha
Thanks to The Lumberjak for correcting these lyrics
