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army of the pharaohs - murda murda lyrics

[murda murda feat. celph t-tled, crypt the warchild, des devious]

[intro-des devious]

yeah, des d n-gg-,
celph t-tled, crypt the warchild,
where you at n-gg-?
yeah,

[chorus-crypt the warchild]

this be that murda murda,
i shall not speak no further,
after this it’s hazardous,
my n-gg-s pullin’ burners,
your weak sh-t don’t concern us,
i see you gettin’ nervous,
by accident,
we make more moves than n-gg-s make on purpose.

[verse 1-crypt the warchild]

this sh-t is gettin’ scary,
y’all n-gg-s best be wary,
my team is legendary,
y’all n-gg-s secondary,
we stackin’ cemeteries,
more the merry, more to bury,
f-ck ’em all, f-ck the world,
put em in a mortuary,
and all i know is pain,
i walk through coldest rain,
i aint supposed to change,
cause i approach the game,
i’m tryin to coast the plane,
y’all n-gg-s know the name,
warchild, celph t-tled, des d,
of course it slams,
we too dangerous,
so move away from this,
n-gg-s will waive the fifth,
at you courageous kids,
i aint no plagiarist,
this sh-t is major biz,
so let the truth be told,
when i’m sayin it.

[chorus]

[verse 2-des devious]

i do it for the h-ll of it,
spit it, mix it, package it up,
for the sale of it,
get profit for the sell of it,
the meanest n-gg-,
this spit is 16,
for props and cream
close the screen,
you plot, i scheme,
upon compet-tion take heed,
and listen build with henchmen,
slander your name, damage is done,
for this rendition,
walkin’ the streets,
kickin’ your rocks,
steady grippin,
problem get solved, blink of an eye,
the fifth is kickin’,
listen i aint here to promote no violence, violence,
but that’s what happen when mothaf-ckers can’t keep it silent,
bl–dy you up,
sharp-tipped death from a thousand,
i grew up in housin,
did a lot of wilin’,
robbin’ n-gg-s, that was my twist,
slug it out in an instant,
if you was resistant i’m a predicate,
never seen jail time for crimes i committed,
the most i see,
some still don’t repent it.

[chorus]

[verse 3-celph t-tled]
you’ll see my face when i attack,
no ski-hat or a jason mask,
no laser-beam gleam,
so you aint seein where i’m aimin at,
charles manson clone,
meltin flesh like indiana jones,
it’s tampa’s own,
t-tled the toolman,
bringin’ hammers home,
and fame it’s know me here,
gats will kill ya,
and we’ll bust inside your house like michael jackson’s thriller,
caterpillar arm slasher flick, slash a b-tch, distort a thug,
seperate the men from the women, like a divorce court judge,
i’m not a rapper i’m a rocker in a grunge band,
i’m supa’ fly,
one h-ll of a helicopter stunt man,
we’ll make your guns jam,
and leave your forehead crammed,
with sharp swords that cut boars head ham,
and we’re back!,
it’s not the torture papers,
we got more claws and razors,
a lot of rambos, commandos and terminators,
you die hard when i rhyme bars,
roll an l with the same holy scroll that god’s dna’s designed on.

[chorus]

- army of the pharaohs lyrics

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