army of the pharaohs - dead shall rise lyrics
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 n-gg- call the dogs
they can’t see me, i throw that molotov
and clear the whole field out, n-gg- call the gods
aotp, we above the law
see the cops start running n-gg- call the dogs
you can’t see me, i throw that molotov
and clear the whole field out, n-gg- call the gods
i don’t give a f-ck 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 -sshole claiming philly, i’m blowing up the f-cking castle
f-ck pity and mercy i’m thirsty for the t-tle
kill your vitals with verses, curse
and he-rs-s move em like vinny idol
take vinny and planet, mold 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 n-gg-s, i really do this
squeeze the juice out of you like embalming fluid
burn his lid, barbeque em and f-cking burn his ribs
throw the dresser away with the evidence, burn a f-cking wig
i got plans for your murder and i’m ready to discuss em
you’re ready to die? tell god i said, “f-ck him.”
call me iron fist motherf-cker 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 f-ck the zicam and zyrtec
how you gonna fight man when y’all resemble smurfette?
stretch your neck till your head meets your -ss
i’ll beat your dad dead now he’s a deadbeat dad
nothing is ever promised, especially your life i demolish
too many n-gg-s 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 embarr-ssing, 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
aotp, we above the law
see the cops start running n-gg- call the dogs
they can’t see me, i throw that molotov
and clear the whole field out, n-gg- call the gods
aotp, we above the law
see the cops start running n-gg- call the dogs
you can’t see me, i throw that molotov
and clear the whole field out, n-gg- call the gods
i’m a motherf-cking 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 dermatologist
just a wilin with thugs who go in your mouth like polydent
i body sh-t, 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
screamin’ we the motherf-cking world champs like chase utley
my whole fam-o tuckin the gauge busting aks
now your block sounding like the mummers parade
i’ve been catching f-cking bodies for twenty years
from eating motherf-ckers on the street up to bl–dy tears
camouflage backpacks, timbs and some money wares
now these rap f-ggots f-cking 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 f-cking machete and cut your brain in half
you’re f-cking 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
u f-ggot mixtape rappers i should snap your throat
bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and c-ke
release the kraken’ ap is the cracker’s last hope
honkey kong f-cking b-tches leaving mattresses broke
if the condom break i’m a tell the b-tch 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 d-ck to snort
i only rock a halo to hide h-rns and pitchforks
aotp, we above the law
see the cops start running n-gg- call the dogs
they can’t see me, i throw that molotov
and clear the whole field out, n-gg- call the gods
aotp, we above the law
see the cops start running n-gg- call the dogs
you can’t see me, i throw that molotov
and clear the whole field out, n-gg- call the gods
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