Dead Shall Rise

We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again but we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it.

AOTP, we above the law

See the cops start running nigga call the dogs

They can't see me, I throw that molotov

And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods

AOTP, we above the law

See the cops start running nigga call the dogs

You can't see me, I throw that molotov

And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods

I don't give a fuck about you

I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you

Chase the driver that's trying to save you and lace em with the scalpel

Break your adam's apple and clap you and leave you mangled

I'm not the asshole claiming Philly, I'm blowing up the fucking castle

Fuck pity and mercy I'm thirsty for the title

Kill your vitals with verses, curse

And hearses move em like Vinny Idol

Take Vinny and Planet, mould them inside a bowling ball

Launch em against the way you claim you carry, break your shoulders off

Just for showing off you're stupid

I don't threaten niggas, I really do this

Squeeze the juice out of you like embalming fluid

Burn his lid, barbeque em and fucking burn his ribs

Throw the dresser away with the evidence, burn a fucking wig

I got plans for your murder and I'm ready to discuss em

You're ready to die? Tell God I said, "Fuck him."

Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard

Bullets are free throw, silencer is the proof guard

Said you was a crook but you ain't busting no lead homes

Only jack you pulling is connected to some headphones

The sound of the clap louder than several operas

My sitcom screaming "I'm gonna kill you" across the teleprompter

Yes I'm sick fuck the Zicam and Zyrtec

How you gonna fight man when y'all resemble Smurfette?

Stretch your neck till your head meets your ass

I'll beat your dad dead now he's a deadbeat dad

Nothing is ever promised, especially your life I demolish

Too many niggas claim street but wouldn't last in the projects

Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money

Black why you gotta act? I be screaming where the money at?

I never understood your hood mentality

Man you still selling weed on the block dog, that's blasphemy

That's embarrassing, you nickel and diming

A small cut off a bundle and you thinking you shining

I could rumble in the jungle and tussle with all the lions

My hustle could turn to rustle but for now I'm surviving

Living, my kids are chilling and I'm whipping the It ain't a Maybach but it's better than your toy

I'm a motherfucking warlock, get your jaw popped by the raw rock

Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop

Get your paws popped like a gun with Just a thugs who go in your mouth like Polydent

I body shit, I ruin you homes

Turn your studio session into a funeral home

Two in your dome, got young bucks who buck for us

Homie follow the laws of God and Chuck Norris

AOTP, we in good company

we the motherfucking world champs like Chase Utley

My whole fam-o busting AKs

Now your block sounding like the Mummers Parade

I've been catching fucking bodies for twenty years

From eating motherfuckers on the street up to bloody tears

Camouflage backpacks, Timbs and some money wares

Now these rap faggots fucking sweeter than Gummy Bears

This isn't simple arithmetic, this is ancient math

Make you lose your face in Jehovah like you was Damon Dash

I take a fucking machete and cut your brain in half

You're fucking with something deadly and Vinnie Satan laughs

I'm the greatest rapper alive, no getting by us

Cause I ain't get my chance to shine, call me Len Bias

I'll be patiently waiting for you if then try us

I don't call it writing no more, I call it a pen virus

mixtape rappers I should snap your throat

Bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and coke

Ap is the cracker's last hope

Honkey Kong fucking bitches leaving mattresses broke

If the condom break I'm a tell the bitch to abort

I'm like the sniper on the roof looking out for the stork

Little dogs getting shanked for a box of Newports

There ain't a jail that could hold me cause Ap teleports

Skipping court on the porch with the criminal sorts

using couch cushions building living room forts

Your moms pouring yeyo on my dick to snort

I only rock a halo to hide horns and pitchforks

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