Pull the Pins Out

yeah, haha

turn the lights on, party's over motherfuckers

celph titled the ammunition magician

the esoterrorist

its the army of the pharaohs for real for real

back with the kill death murder

you better check your computers

I won't ever cheat on my bitch

but I'll still sleep with a luger

you can see my reflection in the chrome it stays blazin'

I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors

kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers

so every time after that you hearin the wu tang torture skit

and you havin a seizure

fuck your street cred I'll turn your street red

or skin the head of a skinhead

celph titled and ES raisin hell with our pinhead

its been said the pharaohs immortalize rhymes

we kept heist plans in a cracker keeper, that's organized crime

you might arrive in a stretch limo tinted out

but you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin out!

we the gorillas its the season of itchy the killa

you're cd is filler so we beef like manilla

my sneakers, peach and vanilla

call me michael jordan, while recordin

slide a sword inside your organs

speak from the pillars

how real is ES for that scrilla?

I build with godzilla's militant

flotillas that believe in shootin first like reggie miller

the illest of all sorts, we spit that fire motherfucker

to leave you lookin like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover

soldier's stand up ready the artillery

SALUTE! your comrade

eliminate the enemy

fire in the hole we lettin our grenades its like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out

by now you should know theres no fuckin around

its the army and its goin down

we came to take it all

and there ain't no stoppin when the candles start poppin'

I wish a motherfucker would yap their lips

cause when I rap a loaded clip

either way that you look at it

a mack's about to spit

crack houses, i'm out with

real killas not rappers

who keep pumps on our lap like we inflicted with asthma

addicted to disaster, every last bullet, I ain't savin none

can't say hi to my neighbors cause I might wave a gun

aim at the sun and you can shoot for the stars

put on your beat and we'll turn it off

won't even let it loop for a bar

we known to give your head an obstruction

preach death and destruction

cop diesel when I cock the eagle

and thats not for nothin

my shots always hit their target after the smoke sprays

cause we store bullets in cat shelters so theres no strays

we sinkin arrows through your mink and pink apparel

the pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity

frantically I spray the ink out the barrel

the way you're thinkin is narrow

we break your bones baby drinkin' the marrow

these psychic's blink at my tarrow

that's hilarious

you rollin up in chariots and leave in wheel-barrows

i'll have you wrapped in plastic

just like the food in fruit baskets

i'll have your crew in suit jackets

all sad when viewing the casket

now they pursuin the tactics

to rep for you and get back at me

but I'm rollin with the army

motherfucker you couldn't ask for me

and even when I'm outnumbered

I shut 'em down like Teddy Bruschi

and I proved it in the past

so don't you fuck around

call me stupendous, with sentences pen a genesis

chemist with seven venomous menaces on your premesis

we write the torture papes orchestrate ways to slaughter fakes

formulate tapes and tour the states, I can ride with norman bates

soldier's stand up ready the artillery

SALUTE! your comrade

eliminate the enemy

fire in the hole we lettin our grenades its like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out

by now you should know theres no fuckin around

its the army and its goin down

we came to take it all

and there ain't no stoppin when the candles start poppin'