Curse of the Pharaohs

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Army of the Pharaohs - Rap

Curse of the Pharaohs

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[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, one time Ha ha, Pharaoh clique! [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I got no time for extra shit I'm like a bad film editor with extra clips You never shit where you eat unless you extra bitch You never get no relief like I'm next to pitch I'm on the throne, all alone where the Devil sit Son of the Wise; la-Hakim, Menelik Laugh at the unbeliever you malevolent He only half as nice, sacrifice his sentiment Praise be to God, he defy logical Put me at the foul line, take two shots at you Death life, life death so horrible Let this muh'fuckin' bulldog bark at you [Verse 2: Apathy] Jubala, Jubalo, Jubalum I'm a giant on this Earth, fee-fi-fo-fum Cerebellum over-loader make your brainstem numb Super fans make their bitch wanna swallow my cum You can't clash with a Pharaoh, there's nowhere to run As quick as I put the clip in it go in the gun Everything is slow motion, blood go in your lungs Ridiculous as Icarus flyin' close to the Sun I'm a supernova, nobody escapes my gravity Graffiti on the moon spelling out the name Apathy Undisputed king of the Milky Way Galaxy I'd eat your whole squad but I got a wackness allergy Ty-rannical, over-sized cannibal I'm the son of Samuel, murder without the manual The tomb of King Tut, pimp sluts, rip guts From opponents, while I'm drinkin' their blood from my pimp cup [Hook] Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!" A-O-T-P get your wig split! Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!" AOTP get your wig split! [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Times change, but my mind-frame just loves war (grr) Ted Danson from Cheers, I'm above Norm (oh!) I exploit performers that's wack (uh-huh) Record raps on my phone's voice recorder app (hello?) Permanent hunchback (back, back, back...) from keepin' my city on my spine 'Cause I've been makin' tracks since A hats and Karl Kani (aw) Get your bitch far more wet When I get paid it's a fuckin' party with a giant cardboard check The Army is a hardcore set Paper before pussy, these haters is all rookies I give 'em bowlin' ball noogies No warnin' shots, mister I empty ammo crates 'til my palms got blisters [Verse 4: Esoteric] Ayo, Pharaoh death blow, the violent tempo Your soul dead to me like the Pirate's retro Found on Willie Stargell, I kill these bars well Lift 'em like a barbell, you sound like Marcel the Shell When you rhyme, I'm unveiled, designed, my heart sails De Lima Cartel, is five times bigger The Czar melts your mind, I spit like a .9 Is that fast? I don't even know, I typically use A EE-3 Carbine Rifle that Boba Fett shoot Execute rappers underwater, tie a wire to their wet-suit Barracudas eat 'em, we don't need 'em We beat 'em, then we bleed 'em out, trash 'em and delete 'em [Verse 5: Reef The Lost Cauze] Taste the beast, I'm a motherfuckin' Minotaur Catch a hot flash like an old broad with menopause A-O-T-P clique, those been my dogs You don't believe in me? You can't believe there is a God You must be an Atheist They don't ever try and test me, I must be the craziest You ain't make a move yet? You must be the laziest Your team is shook and I bet you the shakiest I split your head to the white meat The gun's roar so fuckin' loud, you'd think that it was Bike Week I'm from Philly, where the cost of life cheap 50 bones get you gone by Ricans down Pike Street I'm not a blog creation, I'm not a hype beast I am the embodiment of dope rhymes and a right beat I am the result of Scarface and Ice-T Tan trees, white tees, my niggas think just like me I'm nice G [Hook] Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!" A-O-T-P get your wig split! Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!" AOTP get your wig split! [Outro: Reef The Lost Cauze] A-O-T-P, raw rap forever!

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Credits

Writers
  • Reef the Lost Cauze
  • Esoteric
  • Celph Titled
  • Vinnie Paz
  • Apathy