army of the pharaohs - dump the clip lyrics
it is said that once an entire army marched against him,
a real army.
1, 2, 1, 2
pharaoh sh-t n-gg-
yo, i live life according to the low end theory,
a champion the trophy goes to me clearly,
most of these n-gg-s fear me seriously,
i’m a step above god my apostles cheer me.
tap if you hear the desert eagle spittin,
with a ballooned mind state i start ego trippin’,
back in the lab i’m the mad scientist,
keep ya eye on this, when i roar i’m lioness, yes,
untamed, my style is mundane, consumed from the moon until the sun done changed,
done done, i done came, conquered my insanity,
the man in me evolves to my vanity,
all black tee, philly fitted with a black p,
n-gg-s ain’t ready for war to blast me, b
ask me if i give two sh-ts, if you aint pharaohs, qd, my kids or my b-tch.
e.s. i made the track rap your dome,
we uncanny like david and manny,
you chasin’ b-lls, out in left, while i’m circlin’ 3rd and being waved home.
murderin’ herbs reveiling words to your nose bone.
i’m larry holmes with a left and a right,
i’m roy jones winning fights on consecutive nights,
i’m luke sky with the blast shield down, cats kneel down, this is boom-bap, real rap, steel sounds.
i watch nesn at 7,
i watch the news at 11 to look for mc’s i lyrically murdered and the body’s that i deserted,
they probably didn’t deserve it, but i had to do it to them, i gotta prioritize
that all black rap in me, so i do it to ’em,
the mighty thor with the mind of michael moore.
this type of war ends games like the final score.
celph t-tled!
i can’t see y’all from where i’m at
i like the smell of napalm in the morning while i’m eating my apple jacks
my battle axe acts as a last resort death kill
quarantine your city, it’s about to be a lead spill
f-ggots better (fall back)
said i ain’t got (raw raps)
f-ck made you (doubt that)
f-ck boy (i’m all that)
arrows with explosive tips
i’m about to get real ill on some ill bill ‘c-ka nostra’ sh-t
that’s gritty and gangsta
vinnie, p-ss me a banger
i’ll abort you little sports with a rusty hanger
parker brothers say my name, y’all start to stutter
slicing p-ss-es, i’m a certified carpet cutter
handgun…(automatic)
shotgun…(pump-action)
me with your wife, that’s (automatic hump-action)
laundromat thug p-ssion, we wash bundles there
keep a gun tucked in the motherf-cking snuggles bear
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