ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - God Particle

rate me

(Intro)

Back to the hardcore!

(Verse)

Intelligent, infinity

Malevolent, epitome

They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy

That will include the Benelli semi-auto artillery

Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly

Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily

Motherfuckers talking but never going to do shit to me

I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially

Rip they spine out and just put 'em out of they misery

No more mister nice guy, everything maliciously

Who can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes be

It's impossible that you're righteous without the dignity

If it's a problem you motherfuckers can come visit me

(Verse)

Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy

Burning them calories I'm still yearning to earn a salary

The son of anarchy, I'm in court pleading insanity

Can it be all the panicking and agony that's trapping me,

Tragically Introducing you rappers to tragedy

Happily ever after if after means you're a casualty

Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality

Bury bones and annually dig them up unhappily

Catch me flossing dead in the center of gravity

Bonafide, a mix of Maxi Priest and the Maccabees

My mentality, manipulating your mastery

The master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me

(Verse)

Playtime is over, daytime is over

The finest soldiers take nines from holsters

My only weapons: canines and cobras,

We diamond poachers, we take your shine, we some mind controllers

My rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the kind below us

You know Lois Lane know my name

I'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider, my flow's tighter

I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane

My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft: so insane

I'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man my hammers land and can ya fam

I'm a brutal rapper, you're a Chutes Ladders

Candyland MC

I'm completely AOTP till the death

Esoteric zombie-killer taking out whatever's left

(Hook)

You're mad cause the army's here

Top to bottom, army gear

Gunshots is all you hear

Death come to all who's near

We're running through the village killing

Building a regime

Heavy unstoppable

Crown of thorns form we ready

(Interlude x2)

When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore

(Verse)

The God particle

Armageddon-weapons in my arsenal

I'm the real deal

Fuck an Alex Jones article

Heart is arctic cold

My murder's are nautical

Merc you in the murky depths

Where the screams aren't audible

Salutations, standing over the body salivating

Was kicked out of hell because I wouldn't bow to Satan

I'm the boss, I turn your albums off

I turn yo brain to apple sauce

My wingspan is like an albatross

Out the frost, mouth spewing out exhaust

Out come the claws

Power force, that can blow the tops of mountains off

Blow the head of cowards off, you'll get carried off

Y'all are soft as ferries buried in terrycloth

(Verse)

In '94 I dreamt of spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs

But I was busy playing dodgeball with severed heads

Conducting chaos with a chrome baton

So sound the smoke alarm

Cause overall I broke your arms and kicked your ass with loafers on

Homeboy this HK settle wars

I'm a dragon, you're a faggot with a tape measure sword

Celph Titled is a motherfucking problem

With germs that are infectious

Attack like German shepherds while acid dissolve 'em

I got the ratchet: I blast it

You got a ratchet, but you keep it in your jacket

Undercover brother on your album cover trying to look like you crazy

When your theme song should be Aerosmith, 'Dude looks like a lady'

(Hook)

You're mad cause the army's here

Top to bottom, army gear

Gunshots is all you hear

Death come to all who's near

We're running through the village killing

Building a regime

Heavy unstoppable

Crown of thorns form we ready

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