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army of the pharaohs - battle cry lyrics

[intro: vinnie paz]
hahahaha…
yeah, m-th-f-ckas! we’re back!
pharaoh clique, m-th-f-cka! yeah!
des devious! (king syze!)
apathy! celph t-tled! (kamachi!)
vinnie p.! outersp-ce!
7l, es!

[verse 1: apathy]
i put you up on the iv, not the roman numeral 4
but the iv that leads to the funeral floor
wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvics
speeds through sp-ce and cracks blast astronaut helmets
face it, m-th-f-cka i could pay to get rid of you
i got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals
a new tyrannical force for you to fear
known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs
a shape shifter, face slitter, paper getter
take your sister, rape your sister
make your sister take it in the face
and if you’re facin’ us, block off a 30-block radius
i throw more blows than boxin’ dr. octavius

[verse 2: king syze]
ever since we made some noise i learned people love a winner
we the quality of deep dish rims, y’all the hub spinners
tough sinners, break bread with jesus at dinner
protected by a heavenly force, f-ck a minister
n-gg-s know better, no one’s letter is better than mine
every time i rhyme, it’s metal, the terror level is high
plus i testify, it’s best you die
than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies
down syze, i’m ousting you guys deep in the dirt
clockin’ in and out of rap, have y’all fiendin’ for work
when i breed it, yo it’s treason what the s-m-n is worth
non-believin’, make me steamin’, make you meetin’ the earth

[verse 3: crypt the warchild]
aiyyo it’s my world, and i wont stop
and if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped
in the land where you lay, and fade from straight shots
i demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks
i’m the man that you pray, don’t spray the flames hot
i could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops
i astound and amaze, y’all praise the same god
i’ma pound out your brain and scr-pe the graveyard
have you shout out in pain, y’all say y’all bravehearts
i’m a box up your frame and play the same card
and i’m out for fame, sp-cebars and quasars
pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y’all

[vinnie paz]
yeah! raw m-th-f-ckin rap! hardcore sh-t! ninety-four sh-t!
shoot the f-ckin’ place up! yeah!

[verse 4: des devious]
aotp, blast through your army fatigues
damage your team, compet-tion done it with ease
gun in my sleeve cause nowadays, homicide is my st–z
collectin’ my cream, i’m livin’ your dream and peepin’ your scheme
put you on lean from right hooks, pausin’ your jux
you fake crooks need to hit them books
learn the rules of the game
two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain
you gettin’ drenched in that november rain
we the opposite of that wack sh-t
trash man of clap rappin’, you die tragic
five six professional -ss-ssins
rockin’ these mics and reppin’ my fam’ with p-ssion
remember its q-dement’, you b-st-rds

[verse 5: esoteric]
tell your man and your parents we be demandin’ ten grand an appearance
at a minimum my venom damage your lyrics
we be like manny ramirez, comes out at fall
with the radical, magical, and emphatical
i’ma battle ’till i shatter your clavicle
call me admiral, raisin’ the temp of the room
i’m the emperor, remember i never surrender, i dismember platoons
your petty men are buffoons
we send ’em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds
i mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics
tupac’s alive and well, big l ‘the devil’s son’
rise from h-ll with dope lyrics
live in regret, aotp these shook rappers h-t the deck

[verse 6: chief kamachi]
courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone middle east
my specialty, only rhymer envelopin’ my lyric sheets
knock turbans off of sheiks, use a pipe bomb
downtown israeli boutiques full of dead tourists
with they dreams no longer in arms reach
that’s what i call dealin’ with calm speech
when i alarm your peeps
inscribed in a peasant’s palm is a blessed psalm
if you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain’t no steppin’ on
my forty five is my weapon
my culture’s a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in
squarely i step in, tiltin’ my clips and blue stesson
god is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference
adapt to any preference, p-ssy

[vinnie paz]
yeah baby, kings of the m-th-f-ckin’ underground!
y’all motherf-ckers don’t want it with us! this that raw sh-t, throw back sh-t!

[verse 7: celph t-tled]
i make evil knievel music, i come through stuntin’
every verse is the same, just flipped a little somethin’ somethin’
baby i’m crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant
born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship
shoot at your chicago fitted and knock your socks/sox off
aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off
i heard you was afraid to say my name on your record
’cause you’s afraid i’d put your m-th-f-ckin’ frame on a stretcher
i can’t change laws son, that’s a government issue
but i’ll break laws with a gun, it’s a government issue
it’s the army, we got power in numbers
and that’s nines, .45’s, .357’s, and m-500s

[verse 8: planetary]
some people say i’m superior when i sh-t it
vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous
i am a tyrant, i’m violent by design
i silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
mozart of street rap, breakin’ the barriers
sp-ce harrier filled with forties and pit terriers
ready to mangle, anybody crossin’ the line
i saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time
ready for war but won’t rock no d-ck trees
i rock mic’s, you’d think it’s a hundred and sixty degrees
who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks
kill b-tches and stab you tricks with loose lips?

[verse 9: vinnie paz]
i’m slightly disturbed, pazienza is nice with the words
that’s the reason that i’m fly like the life of a bird
i don’t care if you dead, let god have ya
cause i’ma stay rugged and raw like marv hagler
that’s something you don’t know about, you small rapper
nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper
allah backer, murder every track that i’m on
you just spit a f-ckin’ verse wack then you gone
f-ck fame, i study the fame closely
they build you up, then you get rocked like shane mosley
it’s pain homey, and your blood on my pen
it’s army of the pharaohs and we’re flooded with gems, yeah

[outro: vinnie paz]
the torture m-th-f-ckin’ papers!
dead sea scrolls out here!
y’all don’t want it!
it’s f-ckin’ raw rap!
aotp!

- army of the pharaohs lyrics

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