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army of the pharaohs - luxor temple lyrics

‘black cops,black cops
born on black tops
they are chasing suspects behind black blocks
face on a poster,i didn’t know this closure
still wanted on the run
f-ck it,too many b-tches come to protect the sparrow
i go to italians
cause they crave you with the stallions

if it’s your pistol gang
i click it on the spot,i swear
you motherf-ckers made b-tches and the art
you all are vampires,motherf-ckers
you p in through the heart
i don’t rap over the beats

i smell fear,you’re a b-tch on the start
i’m sweeter than a fruit kissing a dog
i was here first
i’m at an original store
i have poison on my ‘
through a left hook
then i take a p-ss on the’
so pepper catches everything i took from the store

they say this is silly
while i say this is nice
i’ma keep on feeding every block
like i’m ‘
stupid rappers,you can get a punch in the eyes,twice
you can never work in my shoes
and live my life

‘i make p-ss-es clean,white,sl-ts and wh-r-s
before bodies are buried in bl–dy wars
let out ,let them beat out
i punched them and then forgot about them
we got to get chips
how you think i’m rockin’ these kicks?
i begin with the rhymes and rock outside of this ship
i’m like an italian creature
i’ll figure out my features
i’m smoking dope with the punkists
i’m the c-ke of pocahontas
i’ma c-ke in the low office
‘the evil is ready to gain
it’s notorious,i’ll bust you ,you motherf-cker
let me do it like moving and focuse
i’m brain left-handed,
i’m the perfect mess
i’d rather steal my wagon
got it
everything i spit has got a golden seal
but then it occurs with your flow
yeah,it’s so for real
the day job is the only time you know to steal
i tried to kill them all
and to make sure that they die
but they are still coming back

i want you dead so much
i’ll sleep on the jail couch
you’re in a hospital bed
i ain’t satisfied
i need you on a ‘example with ribs opened wide
‘they say i’m already ready
what good do systems and guns
f-ck what i’m aiming for
you stay away from my dope
b-tch boy,you’re just a toy for me
i’d strangle you with extensive wires
and handle a b-tch for the’
when i spit,let me excuse myself
‘man,i’m shooting at your car keys
can you see the car seat?
we had to pull the babies out
and took the lady out
f-ck you! pay me,this is a paper vow
you’re steaking out
outfront,outback of the steak house
everything you got,everybody hot
rock this f-cking joint flow’

i don’t know why,why,why,why
i don’t know
i don’t know why,why,why,why

- army of the pharaohs lyrics

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