ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Narrow Grave

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Yeah yeah...

Kamachi, Planetary, King Syze...

Yo! They love the way I pin a champ

Under a tinted lamp hear my voice blast from a vintage amp

I kill the reciters of lies

Get burned by the fire from the light in my eyes

It's Kamachi, possessed by the pharaoh ways

Underground like where the dead bone marrow stays

The spot where you breath is where the arrow lays

A sideways death for a narrow grave

My shit hit hard like an Arab raid

We blow up, ain't no need for a barricade

They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade

They looking, so stuffed when the barrel is sprayed

Since the five perfect exertions, they waited afraid

The devil caught from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy!

Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough

Until the army roll up banging that cold crush

We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched

Lock and load up, post up, toast up

Hey yo, my vocal duel, payments hiatus save the local crews

Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew

But not you, jealous ones they envy us

Cause we spit venomous, until books remember us

Hell fire embedded in us, plus sins condemning us

It's just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators

I be like this, best believe I can't be ignored

Spitting metaphoric, until the chosen child is aborted

When my mind's in orbit, forces knock you out your high horses

Deal with high sources, until the meal is five courses

The flames is high, when my brain and the train collide

Under much needed change in time, the game is mine

I build strength through the niggas that be hating me peers

But it's the army, part of me ya'll been waiting for years

From a small block, hip hop, busting my tool

King Syze, dope shit, what can I say, man, it's nothing new

Fall back, fold up, rappers are so tough

Until the army roll up banging that cold crush

We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched

Lock and load up, post up, toast up

I'm a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and a gift of gab

Pharaoh tongue that can lash through your clique and stab

From the days where you carried screw drivers

In back pockets in case you had to prove that your crew lava

We was painting on your property

And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me

Planetary nigga, Q-D original,

Smooth criminal, bash your mental, bruise your physical

There's something about the evilness of this track

It makes the heaven's gates close, and the tabernacles crack

In fact, it separates all the lies and the facts,

It makes you see the light right before the sky turns black

It turns boys to men, it turns toy soldiers to generals

Innocent motherfuckers graduate to criminals

It makes you think twice about who you are

It makes you feel like death coming every sixteen bars

Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough

Until the army roll up banging that cold crush

We send shots through ya vest and leave your soul touched

Lock and load up, post up, toast up

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