ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - The Ultimatum lyrics

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The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em

The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate

The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em

The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate

The ultimatum ain't debated, ain't the same as when you waiting

For someone to keep their word or the paper from a payment

Ain't negating nothing, I can break their front and take it from them

Wait a month and take the pump and make em want to make up something

Take an up and coming artist or classic figure

If you see me reaching out, it's to smack a nigga

Melanin scheme is telling em squeeze, shell an MC (the breeze?) ease Gs

Felony three on melody schemes

They selling them dreams, DMX is Nelly to me

Telling them please just leave before I have to swell a person

It's no question like playing the acapella version

Look I said it before, shouldn't say it again

But in case you hard of hearing look you and your mans

Can get it in the worst way, run when killers thirsty

For a lame and his blood, sweep it under the rug

Just like it never happened, we professional fighters

And I ain't talking about scrapping, I'm talking pistol gripping

You know the rest, no need to stress how my niggas live it

Just know we go so hard, forego a lavish living

And since I had my taste can't find nothing that's better

Riding high gripping wood, ass on the softest leather

Are y'all some scary dudes? Man I ain't afraid of you

Murder you, crack a brew and watch it on the news

Get stabbed by the cuts on the Qwest beat, respect beef

Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week

What does the future hold? Bullets going through your clothes

My niggas is all large like a Jewish nose

Hold my arms and a hookah bowl

Y'all motherfuckers ain't been nice since the Eagles won the Superbowl

Check your stat books, get your rat hooks

Out my rap books, biting-ass niggas get your snacks took

You in the scrapbook scrap shook

Y'all niggas think beef is what these dudes type on their Macbooks

I'll smash your Hewlett-Packard you fucking doofus rapper

AOTP fuckers it's the newest chapter

Catch me in the street dressed pretty as hell

But when it comes to these raps I get gritty for real

Knock em out the box, Syze

I spin your motherfucking head counterclockwise, you niggas is not Syze

You full of shit like a pop high labels better cross them Ts, dot them Is or them shots fly

Pass the Master, have to blast you

Choke on the track like please excuse the asthma

Please excuse my French, fuck the Spanish

Talking ghetto language the hood can understand it

I wrath of God Satan, fuck the apostles

Army Of The Pharaohs back ready to rock you

Vinnie fucking smash your jaw, it ain't nobody rapping half as raw

I was writing rhymes over loops by Stacy Lattimore

Guess you wondering what Vinnie need all the assassins for

Guess you wondering if I'm a communist or fascist boy

Shoot three at you and push the rock like this was basketball

Chop your body up in little pieces with my plastic saw

Y'all need to overstand the jux is real

I run with ghetto boys and I ain't talking Bushwick Bill

If looks could kill then y'all would be kaputs for real

We drink your blood and hang your body up on hooks of steel

I push the pills, call me Vinnie the psychiatrist

And y'all are gonna have to see defeat like a podiatrist

In the dice game you say I won't place those bets

That's like saying you know the Wu, but call that dude Ghostface 'Deck'

I leave your whole face wet like you got hit with a water balloon

The size of a propane jet

Altercations all took place and no police was involved

If I'm beefing we ain't greeting, I'm deleting you, pa

I keep my weed in a jar and roll it in a Philly wrapper

I'm AOTP so I roll with Philly rappers

And will kill a rapper, don't believe us? Try us

We the illest out believe it I'm not biased

At best you're a rookie

Your show's like a Catwoman audition cause we'll see who plays the best pussy

It's the ultra-magnetic like I'm seven foot

Outsmart your art of rhyme though I've never read a book

Off with your head, you shook in the corner shivering

Delivering a dosage of the most potent Ritalin

You must be kidding nigga, this ain't no kidding play

More like NWA, fuck you kids gonna say

Ola ola ay, oh God hold my trey pound

You rap clowns sit around in broad day

Broadstreet Bully rap, yo Qwest you took me back

To the scuffed trees and the Champion hoodies in black

I blacked out snap in a packed house

The gat on the jacks out

You can't take the word on the street from a bird on the wire

And you'll never hear the truth in the church of a liar

Real men converse, you prefer to conspire

Give it a year you'll be the first to retire

We don't roll with snakes, we curse a pariah

You're mad at your people over earthly desires

You don't believe it? Just peep the verses

Presidential, we roll deep as secret service

Too many niggas claim they OG but most of them won't approach me

Catch me everywhere, my niggas like to play lowkey

I'm mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas

Out of a broken home so they label us hateful niggas

Never take a nation of mills it takes a killer

On medication chasing their pills with haze and liquor

Bad lieutenant in a black whip, black shotty

Dragging a safety net only cause we catch bodies

We act snotty and rap godly and clap loudly

They don't want hardcore cause they fags probably

I don't make shit to make you want to paint a canvas

I spit fatal language only to cause pain and anguish

Don't bring drama to the old-timers

When it calls for a time and you catch Alzheimer's

I'll pack a Lama, separate the lions from llamas and alpacas if I pow pow at you

I'll need Boom Bye Yeah zoom by clapping you

Wound guys,

Verse so raw I'm trying to tell you I'm salmonella poisoning these boys in the path of the

Lean on the Craftmatic paralyzed from ass to your calf

Half

Five and a half hours, dimebags is sour

Get twisted, niggas get high as the Comcast tower

Lifted like a dumbbell, inhale, your lungs swell

Whiff of the piff bury the gun smell

Either you run well, the shells stick in you like a thumbtack

Pistol clip you like a thumbnail

Won't get caught for a thumbprint

The lawyer eat the case like roast

Hide your charms, firearms will rip through the bone and the marrow

It's the Army Of The Pharaohs