rate me

"Agh! I'm through toying with them! I shall demonstrate the might... "

"And pharaoh said, AND PHARAOH SAID, that I should obey his voice! "

Yeah! It's the god damned army

Fuck you thought! Celph Titled, Planetary, Demoz, Reef the Lost Motherfucking Cauze, the Esoterodactyl

You a fool for this beat, Eso, but right about now, Chief Kamachi, split their motherfucking head!

Yo, the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap

Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat

Blood on the tarot pack, the power black

Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed

One-nineteen they blamed it on some Arab cat

I meditated, and left two towers flat

With the whole section eight Egyptian power rap

Little spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual

Don't let me start with the pump, pecked

Faggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk

I got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk

It's the Messiah, never been a musical kump

The colosseum fiending, screaming "Demoz! "

They could see the pour-up from Europe to Lehigh (Yeah)

When they see I'm coming they running I keep nine (Let's go)

Shots for they stomach and face, eat five!

Never will I run from a case like a cheap guy

If I can't afford the lawyer, I'll burn him like deep fry

Undeveloped faggot, I'm classic like Levi's

Rap marathon, I passed them like three times (Oh!)

Take my rap skills multiply by three times

All it takes from my verse to defeat him is three lines (Yeah!)

Peep my battle ability weak guy

If I can't walk over you, nigga, I leap high

Shoot looking down when I pass, you scream "Why? " (Why?)

You bit my whole style with no teeth I reply... (Yes!)

You walking on glass barefooted, my sneaks tied

Talking out your ass when you shouldn't you speak lies

"If you are caught by the guerrillas, you must remember one thing."

"What's that? "

"Never to speak."

"What the hell do I have to say to a guerrilla? "


Whenever I say so we full court pressing 'em

Handle the rock and cross over like the rest of 'em

Who got the ratchet? I crack the pendulum

My adrenaline race the pace you trembling

My regiment take shots of bad medicine

Extinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen

Severus so far the best with the pen again

Venomous ink, paint the picture so elegant

Elevate my state, I'm high like a pelican

Powerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton

Space niggas erase niggas irrelevant

Post-up prevalent, in my development

I make the case, so the dope can settle in

"Paz, there's no booze! " so we threw the kettle in

Pharaohs amongst the king of this tenement

You demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, send 'em in!

Mind bender, line sender

Time ender, Pharaoh front line member

The mic's a divine ember burning you

The blood doesn't trickle, it sprays

I'm like the young Nikita Koloff with the sickle when I'm stripped in the page

For centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries

You entertain, it's funny like Kevin James,

Now stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man?

Hip-hop's deader than Vince Lombardi

It's full of wine and crackers like your wife's dinner parties

I'm a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battle

Running with apes like Ann Darrow


I ain't with this rap shit dog, I literally kill 'em

Put the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee Williams

It works every time, I murk every line

It never gets easier, it hurts every time

I been the best, I got kids on the internet

Seeking my approval like they send a fucking friend request

Uh, denied, go, fuck your life

I crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymes

Barf, you know vomit and such

You got no fans so you claim being popular sucks

That's called hating, your brain is all vacant

I'd never sit down and eat with y'all, it's all bacon

Demons and gargoyles, lions and wizards

We leaving 'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards

That's what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya

Act like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors

Rap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later

Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator

So who's I'll and who's not? Who's popping and ooh-wop

Who's a cross between El Chupacabra and 2Pac?

(Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelf

Just a pellet gun leave a huge welt (Haha)

Army of the Pharaohs never make love songs

We finger fuck bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on

"Most have raw nick.

Not disgusting, seared, burnt flesh.

It is the blood, I must have the blood!

You're catching brains, the blood, from the meat! "

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