Battle Scars (Pharaoh Overlords)

Lyrics

[Spoken Intro: Person 1 & Person 2] What you try to communicate that's, uh, uh, revolution, that's in for— No, no, no, all we try to communicate is, uh Number 1; you've been brainwashed since the day you were born Number 2; you've gotta do a lot of work to even do any of your own thinking And, we're trying to communicate the destiny is within our hands [Verse 1: Apathy] Ayo, my body bionic, biceps can bench press a Soviet rocket They talkin' but, nobody want it Leave your whole city haunted like aftermath of atomic Nuclear Winter just started, my raps are fuckin' retarded Bars deeper than the barnacles on shipwrecks I scribble text, grip TEC's, flex the index Then send a barrage of lead that'll lodge in your head And all of your live shows will have them mirages instead Holographic like the Antichrist will return That's why they cyclin' CERN so the righteous will burn I got the rifles and learned how to reload How to block off the road and let the Molotovs explode [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] It's Louis V upholstery I'm bad news; Engelberg and Ogilvie (Hahahahahaha) They back ar-Raqqah diplomacy I keep it close to me, it's supposed to be Dominicano that knows Harlem A muhfucka want get it shakin'? It's no problem (It's no problem!) Minarets and a gold column (Alhamdulillah!) Kingship, brandish the sceptre like old Sodom (Hahahahahaha) Ah, the Glock 30 on 'em Evil eye and curses on 'em Sorcery and serpents on 'em May Allah bestow His mercy on 'em Ah [Verse 3: Planetary] The back of the blick got a fuckin' turkey on 'em Plot to set the GPS to alert me on it (Yeah) When I find 'em, I'ma line 'em like the opps be doin' Got me zoomin' in a Tessie with the akhis shootin' From the place where them real life zombies be movin' Philly goofy, shit a movie, we survivin' through it They say back the blue, that's not what I be doin' (No) 'Cause when I see 'em, they doin' the shit that I be doin' (Yeah) It's The Season of the Pharaohs, and I'm locked into it Raw bars from the soul, playin' Posdnuos And, it's a domino effect, so we Capicu 'em Walls come tumblin' down, we turn your spot to ruins [Verse 4: Esoteric] Painkillers, y'all funny styled, Shane Gillis Sea' kill this track, bring the Thunder like, Shai Gilgeous-Alexander Brains feel this style enhanced, so legendary Bring the pad with me, I'm a rap necromancer Black Panther, push an elk antler through your chest (Ahh) This ain't what your family meant when they said to do your best, a brutal death Eso rushin' like a twenty-man tag team Last scene, mountin' heads on walls like a flat screen Blaspheme, that's what you do, when the money's due Lyin' ass rapper, motherfuck you too I brought the, Gory Oratory, now your squad feo You lack the skill and, we have the bills like Jerod Mayo [Verse 5: Crypt the Warchild] Y'all copied our style, we let y'all live Now we gotta clean up the fuckin' mess y'all did We had to step in, y'all kept fuckin' the money up Had to trim the fat, gave that bitch a tummy tuck Tell them loose lips to button up, 'cause we ain't such and such I don't settle scores, I drop game and run it up Society is filled with bunch of lames and sucker ducks Can't tell the difference between a thun and dun, dun, dun Yoke the Joker, guard your grill and knuckle up Y'all can't leave a legacy, 'cause y'all ain't done enough Drink Hennessy from sundown 'til Sun is up Dump the product, cut it up, all y'all luck is up [Verse 6: Reef the Lost Cauze] Uhh, the mainstay, scientists study my brainwaves There's more choppers 'round me than an Atlanta Braves game (Believe it!) I never change, I don't even like to change planes Direct flight then hop into a car, where your dame wait (Hey! What up?) Bang bang, had that bird hollering "Gang, gang" When it comes to her, we are all in the same gang Like MC Hammer said They threw me into a pool of sharks not realizin' I was the hammerhead Legendary like your grandmammy banana bread I put a red dot on your nose like you were leading Santa's sled (Oh) These rappers' lives different when their cameras dead Y'all starvin', worried about how another man gets fed [Verse 7: Celph Titled] Fuck up your home loan with Rocket Mortgage When these rocket coordinates (boo) hit your front door, it get morbid Swell your dome, try to disguise the attack (Can't hide it) But you gon' look like Erykah Badu in one of them stupid-ass hats (Hahaha) In fact, the bro's corrosive, the flows I write acidic And you snakes know the ropes, a cobra died when I bit it (Grr) So factor this in, you an actor with a pen (Uh-huh) Your raps are the equivalent of, "I'm askin' for a friend" (Friend) Bitch, I've got a special brew made at Camp Lejeune In the '80's from a green lagoon bottled by Marine platoons (Wow) Blurt out obscenities like I've got Tourette disorder (Fuck!) I plan to blow off your beak, and that's my peckin' order (Grr)