Digital War

I run with grand smugglers, Afghanistan Kush puffers (who else?)

Future lung cancer sufferers (that's us)

We perform illegal operations, like bad Windows software

Draped in ninja assault gear

Engineered cross hairs, my target Money farmer, I stay harvesting commerce

Turn down your offers, piss on your eight thou'

I live a lonely life, my only friend is Paypal

Vest over the thermal, position the blammer

Watching your family through the wall with thermo-vision, infrared on your grandma

She'll die when I say so

Telescope on top of the flamer, like Galileo

I was walking through Mars with a pocket full of stars

Tryna think of new bars for the Army of the Gods

Lord help me to achieve all these tricks up my sleeve

Gotta pull them shits out, bring 'em out, let 'em breathe

I'm the oddity of space, camaraderie's embrace

No dicotomy but best believe autonomy's in place

For the broccoli, I make sure that homily is laced

No apologies, here till the economy is straight

I'm the reason that your baby feeling colicky today

I'm a product of the prophecy, then profit off the play

Probably pick the wallabies, the top off delay

It's that nigga Planetary, if it pop off, I stay

I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year

They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear

Put the barrel to you ear, last thing you hear

Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere

Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow

I'm a sniper with a rifle, sending death through the barrel

This is shotgun poetry, a slam-down symphony

Love is a battle, fellow Pharaohs is my infantry

Alien gun connect, plutonium gats

Sending niggas on they backs like linoleum plat

This ain't Fab Five Freddie, I'm Freddie with the knives on my gloves and I'm ready

To cut a nigga face like confetti

For fuckin' with a live nigga cheddy

I bet he never thought I'd turn his wig to spaghetti

Literally nigga I'm a lyrical vet

The stripes on my sleeve, purple hearts on my chest

Pharaoh

Back in the lab and attacking the pad

Huntin' down the wack rappers smacking their dad

Back when Chad was a Bengal, I was stranglin' these demons like Kurt

Angle and schemin' on Earth

Angels are leaving their words, dangle my flow

Right in the pocket like a North Face price tag

Make you mad like a fat fuck watching a Nike ad

Poison ivy puttin' poison in your IV

Avoid the noise, I can destroy you toys nightly

Tom Hanks in Big, you got a little boy's psyche

Not safe for workflow, shit is unsightly

The diabolical psychological raps, what type of audio is that?

Get your body blown jack, methodically I attack

Smack rappers out their 5 panel hat

Thunder Cats using all the ammo on the racks

on the street, no camel back

I step like the Hulk, all the granite on the planet crack

You better bow low, little rodent, scurry through your mouse hole

Before I rip the soul out your motherfucking mouth hole

All about doe, turning bitches into Alpo

The world is on my dick like I stuck it in the South Pole

Open up my mouth and blow your fucking power out

Girls on my hot dog similar to sauerkraut

I'm the type to uppercut all of these Debbie Downers

Cause I spend many hours studying Kenny Powers

King of the assholes, trashing his Corvette

Bank robbers stick you the vanish into a vortex

Hand over my heart like Napoleon Bonaparte

I burn you like Joan Of Ark, you bitches get blown apart

They shook to death when we make the Pharaoh rise

Look in they eyes, you can see how they terrorize

Soft niggas petrify when the devil rise

Open they hearts, you can see when the terror lays

Run The Green Mile, no sweat, I'm electrified

Fire in the skies flow, higher than the clouds go

Scared money, no? Put the money where my mouth go

My dawgs gotta eat, breaking bread like it's Alpo

Corny ass nigga stacking bodies in the silo

If shit didn't flow, I would throw him where the tide flow

Rappers gassed up and they fuckin' with a pyro

Save the small talk, I ain't social I'm a psycho

Hold the fuck up

Who this batti man pass the shotty

Winchester, military grade, catch a homy

Anybody have a problem with it, let them try me

Nobody make a fuckin' move, unless it's sanctioned by me

(I'm the fucking boss out here)

I'll let my young bol ride on ya

Waiting on another fucking letter from Andromeda

Sold out shows from Bogota to Ottawa

I just copped a YHM ray silencer

Soul of Nicolino and the mind of a philosopher

Ima bring the motherfucking drama like an opera

Have a Siciliana shoot at you like a photographer

Deadly with the machete, ready for any conqueror

Hahahahaha

Army of the Pharaohs!

Worldwide baby!

Yeah, Official Pistol!