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army of the pharaohs - ninkyo dantai (yakuza) lyrics

[verse 1: vinnie paz]
my aura shine, a fourth design a fashionist
on another level, on another masterpiece
you can’t be a true force if you lacking heat
it can’t be a true song if it’s lacking me
order is a physical reality
arm, leg, leg, arm, head, think anatomy
actually i am the second coming of the maccabee
it’s sat-rday night live, y’all part of the casualties
fractionally i improve power to y’all
i’ve ripped my heart out and moved mountains for y’all
i am god, i am every single fountain to y’all
y’all {censored} here’s a flower for y’all

[verse 2: celph t-tled]
got an extra clip on my hip so i can clip a hipster (blao!)
school a schoolteacher, my finger intrigued with the trigger (aw!)
hit a l!ck, flip a brick for the right fee (yesss!)
hotel concierge, i swipe keys (ahh!)
sorry, but i got a fetish for cabbage
got obamacare fiends that got medicine habits
my mucus will mutilate (grr!)
my phlegm flies and flattens you flappin’ flailin’ founders flippin’ off my dinner plate (oooh!)
grizzly bear appet-te, get the fraction right
pay me more, my negotiation tool be an at4 (bam!)
leave lames in the morgue
or dead b-tch dissection getting brain from a wh0r-

[hook: planetary]
you aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof
whole clique’s insane, spit flames right out the booth
playing field’s locked ’cause the army’s back in
underground king sh-t, ever since back then

you aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof
whole clique’s insane, spit flames right out the booth
playing field’s locked ’cause the army’s back in
underground king sh-t, ever since back then

[verse 3: blacastan]
in death reborn, we dis-ssemble and reform
shatter the status quo, breakin’ the norm
elevating to a newer height, getting higher than the gas price
it’s metroid, flip the game with one life (one life!)
spit sh-lls that’ll pierce through any vest
i’m a gamer that’s trapped in an nes
i escape when they press reset
this life is too short, i play hard, no regrets
i spend hours on a console chain smokin’ cigarettes
back before internet (what!?)
in the days of dual tape c-ssettes
magnifiers melting all insects

[verse 4: apathy]
you better run for the hills, got a tongue full of pills
and a brain full of pain and a lung full of quills
with the poisonous tip, all your boys will be hit
i’m destroying this sh-t, i’m steroids when i spit
you would jump into the void to avoid my clique
i’m paranoid and sick, i’m perestroika b-tch
here to save what the f-ggot rappers put in the grave
c-ssette deck in my chest, i’m harder than soundwave
the bold and the brave, i would rather be cold in a cave
hidin’ out than be sold like a slave
name embroiled and engraved on an old gold blade
be afraid we could raid, foes homes you get slain

[esoteric]
i accept your surrender
yo!

[verse 5: esoteric]
i’m known to behead a compet-tor, machete a predator
with the pen i black out – like an ebony editor
i’ve been deadin’ rappers since kennedy was a senator
ryan said ’em with obscenities my pen’s the offender
i’m underhand to a black market, dismember a rap artist
sell meth to damien hirst, don’t pay me for a verse
pay me for protection, i’ll mangle them in a session
i’ll strangle them with a weapon, i dangle them from a ledge
an orangutan with a tec and i’m aimin’, it’s my profession
i put ‘em in a box, rectangular dimensions
a coffin so i can bury ’em off in a cemetery
and talk like a barbarian, cut ’em like a cesarean

[verse 6: planetary]
bonny and clyde sh-t with the lady of pompeii
paparazzi on me, got me feelin’ like kanye
shoot past the camera, fly north to canada
samurai sword first cl-ss for the m-ssacre
behold the legend, beheading rappers in seconds
i’m deadin’ half of your henchmen, the rest i’m bashin’ with weapons
stop asking the question, the army coming
hand grenades invade your party, dem or republican
shovin’ faces in ovens – hear the b-ss? it’s thumpin’
outersp-ce is outlaw, outlining your stomach
outshinin’ the public, out-rhymin’ and hustlin’
you out your d-mn mind, doubtin’ you can’t f-ck with it

- army of the pharaohs lyrics

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