Feast of the Wolves

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Army of the Pharaohs - Rap

Feast of the Wolves

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[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, hahaha Vinnie P! Celph Titled, Apathy Yeah, walk with me! [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] It's the return of the most fuckin' grimy on Earth It's a funeral in every single line of my verse Your mind'll just burst, with every line of Solomon's curse Fuck a hummer, Vinnie Pazienza drivin' a hearse It climb to reverse, like the lyrics on a dirty record I carry thirty weapons, burn you with my dirty desert Should learn to accept it, it's a path of destruction I earn my wage with the .38, you Paz will be buckin' It's no fuckin' discussion, I'm as hard as granite I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet And then cross the Atlantic, Pharaohs is causin' a panic Arms will be brawlin' with planet, saw us and called the mechanics My baby girl is a .40 cal (.40 cal) I used to tell my older brother, "Little shorty, wow" (Shorty wow) But that was then, daddy, this is now You can suck my dick you little fuckin' bitch, so blucka-blucka-blaow [Chorus: Celph Titled] You better make way, the motherfucking wolves are back We back at it like a bad habit, no, we ain't having it (Tell 'em!) You heard we came down (Smack 'em!) if they make a sound (No!) We ain't backing down (No!) we ain't repping them Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) [Verse 2: Apathy] Fuck around with the Army and get a split wig Like Santa Claus, bringing gifts to a Crip's crib 'Cause you're the type that a phony when you try to fight Hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wildin' right Nowadays, faggot nerd poets be tryna write On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite The foamiest fall, like foliage when they brawl Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all Like the planets revolve around suns and space I got plans that involve large guns and waste I got flows that evolve beyond the human race Try to spit 'em in your lips or off your tongue and your face I'm toxic waste, I'm top-secret box locked in safes I'm blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes I'm crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste To put the fiends into space where the rockets race [Chorus: Celph Titled] You better make way, the motherfucking wolves are back We back at it like a bad habit, no, we ain't having it (Tell 'em!) You heard we came down (Smack 'em!) if they make a sound (No!) We ain't backing down (No!) we ain't repping them Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Yo, is there heaven for a gangster? No, but there's hell for a faggot Put on my work outfit, with a belt for my ratchet You gonna melt when the gats spit, shoot your mother at your funeral She fell in the casket, how convenient is that shit? Shoot a flare at my troops, and we letting the gats flame up Put stairs in the booth, and we stepping our rap game up I'm a boss, but I take orders, from gun exporters Plus I got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders You a snitch? We'll rape your daughter And bring her down to the basement to tape record her Get your best entertainment lawyer, 'cause we about to extort ya Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw you, we'll saw you With the BLACK+DECKER, slice savagely I don't gotta use God's name in vain to get my soldiers to blasphemy And I won't say I'm the best since Rakim and Pac and Em Better yet, I'm the best since Mozart and Bach and them [Chorus: Celph Titled] You better make way, the motherfucking wolves are back We back at it like a bad habit, no, we ain't having it (Tell 'em!) You heard we came down (Smack 'em!) if they make a sound (No!) We ain't backing down (No!) we ain't repping them Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?)

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Credits

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  • Celph Titled
  • Apathy
  • Vinnie Paz