ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Seven lyrics

rate me

Yeah! Yo, uh

A lotta rappers try approaching the omen in my palm

So punish your people while I'm up on the podium

Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again

I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin

Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'

Eye on the prize

I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry

Making a secret society expose their purpose

Making 'em release info and exploding my surface

I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless

It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split

I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers

On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerillas

Untamed, and my niggas is kane

Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame

We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers

Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers

Yo

The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says

Bloody Fez, choke you like and Indian rez

Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk

Welcome, this where the murderers lurk

It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work

Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt

Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam

And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran

They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam

I'm in heaven with the angels that smoke grams

You need God, that's why the earth so damned

International, trying to get my flow banned

That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers

A lot of flood and famines gonna hit these years

Kamachi back on the chapel stairs

Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears

If you wanna put your money up then muthafucker then put it

For your family's sanity man, I wish that you wouldn't

Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it

And I know your whole life your raps, unedited footage

And y'all mixtape niggas could'ntsee my platoes

All up in my presence, why y'all actin' bashful?

King Syze cats and any clique they rap flo

Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows

From, city to city, intersection to section

But you reflexin', with or without a weapon

I'm always steppin', never scared

But always and forever prepared

Yeah the ones who drink gas man It's

You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent

Total dominance, rise to prominence

In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment

Actors can glamour it, and access the evil

I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David

Down and dirty like a damp basement

The champ must demand greatness

From himself, or be another contender

There's 100's of niggas

Dead left under the river

From the days of slaves

To hurricanes in Orleans

See my people's grapes floatin' amongst the waves

It's hell to pay, what?

The devil don't take cheques

I tried to send a message to God

His phone don't take texts

I need a new plan, a crook with knowlegde

Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars

Man, my momma got a mortgage

And my little baby sister needs books for college

I rob all of y'all

Hey yo

They want the hood in here so they called me first

I get 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH!

This is more then music

But these niggas is mad trash

That's why the stores refuse 'em

Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block

I'm seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I'm doin the walk

I'm an O.G., I call my tire niggas a wop

Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block

I love 'em uh

Hand to hand, see your hands ache

I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eatin' pancakes

Ya niggas cool dawg mine's absurd hot

Stop frontin' like you's a killer money, your nerves shot

Yo you's a paxel nigga, dumpin' zolof in coffee

AOTP what exhaust be

Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's

But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left

Nigga, if I had 24 hours to live

Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds

Vin I'm drivin' off a bridge

Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine

Gasoline, tank filled to the top

Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces

No preechers, strong enough to take me out of my zone

I broke Jesus, broke niggas who squeal

Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill

I'm too sick for a pill

Man these niggas ain't real, they're real fake

They say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes

That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped

Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate

I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar

If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you mañana

You don't want no problems

You don't want no drama

Nigga I'm a take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver

Ya better cross your T's

Cause we'll dot your eyes

You can say that you're specialized but pharaohs will optimize

Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there

The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, YEAH!

Holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?

I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is motherfuckin' christian rap

Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa

My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers

I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB

Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's

Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed

Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony

Listen to the hell we make

In a year before your kids 10th birthday came

You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame

Respect a G, my clique clap at you excessively

I lay back and drink alcohol excessively

It ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me

I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry

A 40 oz of Dutch Master is the recipe

That's my shit there, that'll be the death of me

Give me a death mask, better yet an effigy

I understand the math of death and it's complexity

I understand how you was violently murked

I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church

But understand I recognize that I'm cursed

With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse

Thanks to CaliYoungsta for these lyrics