Wrath Prophecy

Lyrics

[Intro: Zilla] Motherfuckers always wanna talk slick, man Till they be in front of you man, you know what I mean? Yo, Army of the Pharaohs man It's ya boy Zilla right now, you know what I mean? [Verse 1: Zilla] See I'm a fire breathing monster Zilla stomp them and eat em Slap you out of your skeleton melon swelling from beatings Came from an era of dookie chains and skeezers Memorex type cassettes recording my favorite heathens Papa used to call them that I ain't never believe em Before Run was a reverend I used to rev engines and steal em The coat hanger told her what chop shops in the region The heavy metal was loading where wack rappers was beefing Hold it, this is a moment and I ain't planning on leaving My planet is an ocean of alien type excretion The excerpts of my life that I ain't bothered deleting That's also why I'm sicker than half of you niggas speaking [Verse 2: Planetary] Y'all losing to older heads bleeding Crayola red My team all over the web, Charlotte kept all of us fed Guillotine off with your head walk with the dead Bust off with the lead I see these niggas talking to feds Off of the ledge, off of the hook and off of the meds Off of the leash I'm not your average dog in the shed I'm more of a beast a wolf that stray away from the sheep I pray for the weed I need to be paid every week I'd rather push yay on the street than play with these beats This pharaoh shit is in me so I'm playing for keeps Every day I hunt for prey that I could savor to eat I'm a lion no denying I'm not case on a beat [Verse 3: Doap Nixon] Studied the Art of War perpetually Slang polo and cheddar that's the recipe Cream get the best of me I'm army certified never question my pedigree Broke nights, cokeheads, snow white, amphetamines It's like Shaitan got dudes in the cobra clutch This for them niggas so broke they can't break a Dutch Off a fudgie for brothers who wasn't so lucky Hood roosters, stashing chickens in their own yucky 23 and 1 never going to see the sun A man ain't a man if he can't feed his son I got work for these young punks Keep hoes cum drunk chop a general monk monk Gomer, Oz, Dabar, reflect my shining star No need to resurrect if everybody see the god So pay homage, my royalties is imminent Energy can't be destroyed that means I'm infinite [Verse 4: Celph Titled] You just a bitch and you scared Started throwing up your set so You just fixed your hands like you was fixing your hair I'll potato a haters head and chop sui a flamer dead I always hit the brain, when you shoot you barely graze a leg (You ready killa?) I'm 'bout to send you death in a gift basket Pink bow and shrink wrap plastic Just cause I think you're a faggot (pussy) AOTP, we on a new com wave Every web that we weave no disarming code bomb case Extort your block for that work and come back on the first Try us at all and ride off in a Cadillac hearse The state attorney made it seem like I went extra hard All I did was show my fists and I caught a weapons charge