Seven - Army of the Pharaohs.mp3

[00:18.27](Verse 1: Planetary)
[00:19.05]Yeah! Yo, uh,
[00:21.36]A lotta rappers try approaching the omen,
[00:23.31]My palms are punishin' people while I'm up at the podium,
[00:25.98]Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again,
[00:27.99]I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kid,
[00:30.21]Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
[00:32.79]Eye on the prize,
[00:33.72]I silence the wise, with lyrics make a scientist cry,
[00:36.30]Making a secret society expose they purpose,
[00:39.03]Making 'em unleash info and exploding my surface,
[00:41.55]I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless,
[00:44.37]It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split,
[00:47.40]I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers
[00:49.83]On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerrillas
[00:52.65]Untamed, and my shit is Kane
[00:54.54]Kool G, Rakim, combined into one frame
[00:57.30]We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers,
[00:59.82]Vinnie Paz, call the goons, now we back with the clappers.
[01:02.49](Verse 2: Chief Kamachi)
[01:02.97]Yo,
[01:03.03]The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says,
[01:05.31]Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian res
[01:07.80]Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk,
[01:11.07]Welcome, this where the murderers lurk,
[01:12.93]It's my mind, that make sure that the Sun can work,
[01:15.63]Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt,
[01:18.12]Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam,
[01:21.51]And my hand is where the tears of the pope ran,
[01:24.09]They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam,
[01:26.82]I'm in heaven with the angels and smoke grams,
[01:29.31]You need God, that's why the earth so damned,
[01:32.01]International, trying to get my flow banned,
[01:34.59]That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers,
[01:36.63]A lot of floods and famine's gonna hit these years,
[01:39.48]Kamachi back on the chapel stairs,
[01:41.67]Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears. (Chyea!)
[01:43.80](Verse 3: King Syze)
[01:44.16]If you wanna put your money up then mother****er then put it,
[01:46.68]for your families sanity man I wish that you wouldn't,
[01:49.53]Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it,
[01:52.11]And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage,
[01:54.75]Hey y'all mixtape niggas couldn't see my plateaus,
[01:57.57]All up in my presence why y'all actin bashful,
[02:00.06]King Syze cats and any clique they rap for,
[02:02.64]Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows,
[02:05.10]From, city to city, intersection to session,
[02:07.62]What you reflexin, with or without a weapon,
[02:09.81]I'm always steppin, Never scared,
[02:11.16]But always and forever prepared,
[02:12.90]Yeah the ones who drink gas man, is revvin' they gears.
[02:15.00](Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze)
[02:15.57]You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent,
[02:17.55]Total dominance, rise to prominence,
[02:19.53]In my prime like Optimus,
[02:21.12]Stand in astonishment,
[02:22.53]Act as conglomerate, an axis of evil,
[02:24.90]I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David,
[02:27.90]Down and dirty like a damp basement ,
[02:29.82]The champ must demand greatness,
[02:31.56]From himself, or be another contender,
[02:34.08]There's 100's of niggas,
[02:34.74]Dead left under the river,
[02:36.39]From the days of slaves,
[02:37.65]To Hurricanes in Orleans,
[02:39.06]See my peoples graves floatin amongst,
[02:41.04]the waves, there's hell to pay, but
[02:43.20]the devil don't take checks,
[02:44.46]I try to send a message to God,
[02:46.08]his phone don't take text,
[02:47.40]I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge,
[02:49.62]times is hard homie, why I took them dollars,
[02:52.05]Man, my momma got a mortgage,
[02:54.03]and my little baby sista' need books for college,
[02:56.55]I rob all y'all.
[02:56.94](Verse 5: Doap Nixion)
[02:57.42]Hey yo,
[02:57.57]They want the hood in here so they called me first,
[02:59.85]I get em rappers Gatorade cuz they ball with thirst, UH!
[03:03.12]This is more then music,
[03:04.44]But these niggas is mad trash,
[03:06.12]that's why the stores refuse em, yo,
[03:08.31]I'm out in Georgia goin straight to the block,
[03:10.38]I'm seein cats motorcyclin dawg I'm doin the wop,
[03:12.99]I'm an OG, I call my Italian niggas a wop,
[03:15.60]though they papers aint right but they got weight on the block,
[03:18.24]I love em uh,
[03:19.53]hand to hand till your hands ache,
[03:21.03]I drunk so much syrup dawg I stop eatin pancakes,
[03:23.79]Ya niggas cool dawg mines absurd hot,
[03:26.19]Stop frontin like you's a killa money your nerves shot,
[03:29.01]Yo you's a Paxil bitch, Dumpin Zoloft in coffee,
[03:32.28]AOTP will exhaust b,
[03:34.26]cant keep it gear, cuz I'm blinging with F's,
[03:36.48]but I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left.
[03:39.00](Verse 6: Demoz)
[03:39.45]****, If I had 24 hours to live,
[03:41.04]**** 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds,
[03:43.02]Vin I'm drivin off a bridge,
[03:44.34]Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene,
[03:46.89]gasoline, tank filled to the top,
[03:48.75]magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces,
[03:51.45]No preachers, strong enough to take me outta my zone,
[03:53.97]I broke jesus, choke niggas who squeal,
[03:56.19]Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill,
[03:58.65]I'm too sick for a pill,
[03:59.82]Man these bitches ain't real they real fake
[04:02.13]They say they a man but they ****ing with real snakes
[04:04.74]thats when you put em in a trunk with they grill taped,
[04:07.44]Whip in reverse and run into a steel gate,
[04:09.75]I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar,
[04:12.72]If I don't kill you later I'ma kill you "Manana",
[04:15.21]y'all don't want know problems,
[04:16.50]y'all don't want no drama,
[04:17.97]**** I'ma take a trip with your baby momma, Suicide Driver.
[04:20.34](Verse 7: Celph Titled)
[04:20.82]Ya betta cross your T's,
[04:21.93]Cuz we'll dot your I's,
[04:23.31]You can say that you specialize but Pharaohs will optimize,
[04:26.55]Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there
[04:28.80]The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, (YEAAH)
[04:31.80]Holy Paragraphs, (What kind of shit is that?)
[04:34.02]I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is mother****ing Christian rap
[04:36.81]Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa,
[04:39.45]My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers,
[04:42.24]I made em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB,
[04:47.01]Cuz y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's,
[04:49.77]Slit throat hope you float with sardines and seashit
[04:52.50]Cuz this is C-E, L-P-H
[04:54.57]Demonic symphony, listen to the hell we make,
[04:57.36]And a year before your kids 10th birthday came,
[04:59.82]You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame.
[05:02.76](Verse 8: Vinnie Paz)
[05:03.33]Respect a G, my clique clap at you incessantly,
[05:05.67]I lay back and drink alcohol excessively,
[05:08.25]There ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me,
[05:10.80]I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry,
[05:13.86]A 40 oz and a dutch master is the recipe,
[05:16.08]That's my shit there that'll be the death of me
[05:18.60]Give me a death mask, better yet a effigy,
[05:21.21]I understand the math of death and it's complexity,
[05:23.94]I understand how you was violently murked,
[05:25.92]I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church, (ha-ha-ha-ha)
[05:29.04]But understand and recognize that I'm cursed,
[05:31.11]With the ability to end your ****ing lives with a verse.
[05:39.84]Yeah!
[05:39.96]Brraat brraaat!!
[05:40.23]Paz-man, AOTP, Ill Bill on the beat
[05:44.94]Billy Crystal, what up baby? La Coka!
[05:48.03]AOTP, ha ha ha.