Luxor Temple

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blacastan] The league of extraordinary gentlemen indeed And proceed to take the underworld under siege The most decorated, celebrated soldier on the scene The most underrated, overhated nigga on my team Black ops, black cops, falling on black tops And I pursue chasing suspects through back blocks A superhero shooting supernovas through my toaster Face on a poster, hiding out in Nova Scotia Break a mic over my knee, like Canseco kid Still wanted on the run like I'm Pecos Bill Spit quicker than a six shooter off of the hip With thicker chicks in Bermuda blowin' coke off the dick Living the life of a pharaoh, in this modern day Babel Fuckin' too many bitches could leave a nigga sterile My whole battalion, snatchin' Olympic gold medallions Like old Italians, season they gravy with the scallions [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Official Pistol Gang click it and spark I swear y'all mother fuckers made bitchin' an art Vampire, y'all mother fuckers stick through the heart I don't rap over beats Vinnie rip 'em apart I smell fear, y'all was bitch from the start Y'all are sweeter than a fructose kiss in the dark I was here first, I'm an aboriginal's thought I have poison on the pen like an indigenous dart My name Boxcutter,I'm about to christen 'em, lord Like a jail dude ima stick a shiv in 'em, lord Throw a left hook then I take a piss on 'em, lord Salt, pepper, ketchup - everything I get in the store They say this Siciliano is wild nice I'm a keep 'em feedin' every block like I'm fried rice Stupid rapper you could get punched in the eye twice You could never walk in my shoes or live my life [Verse 3: Apathy] This is tricknology, trick trickle, triple six Blood droplets in optics, I'm sick I'll slit your wrists I'm wickeder than wicked witches or the wickedest men I scribble on period pads, get a whiff of this pen I make pussies pop like ping pongs or slutty whores Muddy floors from the bodies I buried in bloody wars Blood in, blood out, let 'em bleed out Radar got 'em, I spotted 'em, shot at rocket at 'em Crushed 'em and forget 'em, in bottomless pits Places where the goblins exist, we gotta get chips So we plot to rob all the rich, I'm rotten, you bitch How you think I'm rockin' these kicks I'm kickin' it with Amon-Ra inside a rocketin' ship This is power of ether, I'm like a towering creature Who figured out how to defeat ya, by devouring speakers I'm the Pope of the pompous, smokin' dope with the Pontiff Sellin' coke to Pocahontas, I poked in the Oval Office [Verse 4: Esoteric] I'm a dragon, exhalin' the flames, killin', impalin' the lames Demons are still in my brain, the evilest militant gang Pharaoh clique, talented - notorious I'll bust your motherfuckin' shit slap boxing with oven mitts I'm rugged with... words Cops they don't want me murderin' the locals but they (but what?) Let me do it like Motorhead vocals, listen Right brain, left-handed, I'm a perfect mess Mic's flames, don't touch it, it could burn your flesh I'd rather steer my Wagoneer past the pier To a certain death than have to hear about your rap career Got it? Everything I spit's got a golden seal Authentic furniture flow, yeah I'm sofa real Your day job is the only time you load the steel General Zod motherfucker, make opponents kneel I try to kill 'em off and make sure that they die But they keep coming back and I (Don't know why!) [Verse 5: Celph Titled] Flash the hammer at you in front of the nail shop (Is he crazy?) I want you dead so bad I'll sleep on them jail cots (I'll do it!) You in the hospital bed, I ain't satisfied I need you on the coroner table, ribs open wide Die for my respect til I'm laying on the pavement Knowing I got a job in Hell narrating for Satan They say I'm already that, nightmares, where Freddy at? Cuttin' fingers off until you tell me where the 'fetti at (Where's it at?) What good is alarm systems and guns If I blow up your house, like a petroleum spout Lock the coordinates in, fucker what I gotta aim it for? Bitch ass rapper I was the first to pop your training bra(Fagget) Stay away from my dough, it ain't gluten-free My label got college interns that'll shoot for me Bitch, boy you just a toy to me Strangle you with an extension wire and handle a bitch boy accordingly [Verse 6: Planetary] When I spit a little, let me excuse myself Before the Crown Royal dribble and Crypt drive me to the hospital Ritalin couldn't calm me, we toastin' to the Army Capitol Hill, trill, man I'm shootin' at your car keys Couldn't see the car seat, we had to pull the babies out Bomb! Took the lady out, this what being zany bout M-80 shady out, shady like Em with the crazy mouth Fuck you, pay me - this a paper route Outerspace cakin' out, out front of Outback Steakhouse Waitin' for haters to pull them plates out Everything you got - mine, Everybody hot - I'm Ready to machete them, 'cause petty niggas drop dimes Scoop enough coins though, rock this funky joint flow Wise and intelligent, enough to let the horns blow Back like a cornrow, with pourin' liquor, so I In death reborn alive and I (Don't know why!)