ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Time To Rock lyrics

rate me

Yeah, hahaha

Brat, brat, brat!

Yeah!

Army of the Pharaohs, Celph Titled, let's do this, what, what, yeah, yo

Well if 50 got shot nine times and ain't die

I'm a shoot your ass fifty times with 99 nines

Throw knives, daggers and darts, ya'll just faggots at heart

You can try to run home boy I throw javelins far (Yeah!)

This is the Army but we don't rock camouflage

We'll dress you up in a suit made out of bandage gauze

Barnes and Noble rappers

Yeah you far from crooks

You was charging books at the same time my charge was booked

Give me a harder look and I'll slaughter all of ya'll

No hands and no feet you lucky to be crawlin' off

Your next birthday call it off (Why?)

Cause I got party favors with an open bar servin' molotovs

Some say I'm gangsta rap, others say I'm horror core

I say I'm Suge Knight at the '95 Source Awards

We swingin' swords for sure

You better gather yourself

After my verse fuck face that's what the chorus for

Demoz, Demoz, Demoz

It's the Army of the Pharaohs

I don't fear junkies the Feds want me, it's the Costa Rican Ted Bundy

Desert Eagle on my waist, fuck some bread monkeys

Touch my commissary hungry yous a dead bunky

You get buried in dirt, I'll McFlurry your earth

I'll let off like January the first

Leave 'em lit like the 4th of July you either forfeit or die

Knife in your throat with a fork in your eye

Me and Vinnie spit amity rap,

I bring life to the game, I'm sixteen like a battery pack

Get your whole fucking cavity cracked

Get your family clapped, I shotgun your whole family splat

That's your fucking son face on the wall

You got Satan involved look I ain't got no patience at all

Retaliation is the key to compete so when you see me don't reach

Get low like you're cleaning your sneaks, motherfucker!

Yo, yo

I'm the resurrection of Leather face

I am the shotty at his head and waist

Then wrap his body up in plastic leave him dead in lake

I told you rappers Vinnie Paz is worse than seven snakes

I'm a statue spittin' venom at you at the heavens gates

It's black magic when I'm rapping' I can levitate

Murk your whole entire rapping faction, cousin, set a date

It's the only word describing Pazienza devastate

I'm clappin' now while asking questions later I don't hesitate

I'm not concerned with human lives so you can vegetate

How many pounds of pressure does it take for human legs to break?

My blood lust is never quenched it's like an endless chase

I'll show you the mathematics of God and quickly end your faith

Celph, where the Desert Eagle cousin, shred his face

Show them the type of carnage that bullets in the head creates

We the reason that rappers never enter several states

And the reason that Darwin separated men from apes