Lyrics Army of the Pharaohs

Army of the Pharaohs

Sumerians

"Putting suckas in fear"

"Explosion!"

Yeah, the underworld, the solar myth and the Osiris Code

Every fucking rhyme I write is like a lightning bolt

Father of the first divine family of finer folks

Fresh pair of garment in every kind of designer coat

I ain't saying I'm the greatest but I'm kinda close

Iller than Tato Laviera playing dominoes

My fist blows through iron nose and body blows

My young bull got nice hands and snotty nose

Your team putrid your dream lucid, your body froze

Dying is the only way you'll ever spot a ghost

The rhyme dope like what Verbal Kint is to Keyser Söze

Bitch get on your knees please it's time to choke

Black Hawk aerial, villain, serial killing

Night rage, war brigade, rancid tirades

Thirteenth century brave hearts with braid sticks swords in you

Just to watch your life fade

Perforating your flesh while scoring your rib cage

You're now rocking with the oracle rhetorical mystical sage

Palming, licking my finger while turning a page

I'd rather starve, writing bars at minimum wage

I'm never on writers block I got lyrics for days

In many ways I can show you how syllable's pay

Instead I'd rather kill you and piss on your grave

Then blame it on the evils that infected my brain

Y'all are in the presence of the Godz

It's the '94 Nas, the Fugees without the Pras

The reason you need jobs

The dictators of Oz

Santa Claus or Freddy's claws

The rebels without a pause

But please hold the applause

Known for breaking soft jaws

And taking off broads' bras

I'm brothers with Lost Cauze

I'm basically Bo$$ Hog

Impatiently pacing in my basement on my days off

Trying to figure out a way that I can blow your face off

The Sumerian alien barbarian burying all you Aryans in the area

Gut 'em like Cesarean

Paleontologists follow this path of destruction

To the mouth of a volcano after massive eruptions

I don't do subliminals

I send criminals

If I said you won't die, not one bit of the sentence true

(It's murder)

And in the first forty-eight, kid

Best believe I'm killing everyone who spectated

(Even Bébé's kids)

So they never Spell the first letter of my name with a murder capital

Tommy in a trench coat

Mobbing with Vincenzo

Pharaohs been dope since y'all first heard the intro

The worst words we sent those

Our pen game insane

(Or is his brain damaged, deranged lava running through his veins?)

So watch the roaches scattering

Or it's explosives that shattering

From land to water we causing a boating accident

I am the deadly vendetta out for the bread and cheddar

That battle B-Boy beheader

Fans put their fists up like Jetta

When Gretta broke her set of CD, I'm redder

You David Archuleta, I'm that N.I.N.E. Beretta

Too clever

Me and the mic go together like mama Paz and bruschetta

Birds of a feather, Pharaohs flying high

Embarking on a money making endeavour

You pumping Maybach Music in the Jetta

That whip is better for Eddie Vedder

To the haters I be flipping the bird like Robert Griffin III

Duck and an eagles bitch you ain't trying to see no wits

You ain't trying to see the clique

Needle dick, lift tickets on a Penn field cause I'm staying on an ego trip

"Putting suckas in fear"

"Explosion"