Lyrics Curse of the Pharaohs - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, Celph Titled

Curse of the Pharaohs

Yeah, one time\nHa ha, Pharaoh clique!\nI got no time for extra shit\nI’m like a bad film editor with extra clips\nYou never shit where you eat unless you extra bitch\nYou never get no relief like I’m next to pitch\nI’m on the throne, all alone where the Devil sit\nSon of the Wise; la-Hakim, Menelik\nLaugh at the unbeliever you malevolent\nHe only half as nice, sacrifice his sentiment\nPraise be to God, he defy logical\nPut me at the foul line, take two shots at you\nDeath life, life death so horrible\nLet this muh’fuckin' bulldog bark at you\nJubala, Jubalo, Jubalum\nI’m a giant on this Earth, fee-fi-fo-fum\nCerebellum over-loader make your brainstem numb\nSuper fans make their bitch wanna swallow my cum\nYou can’t clash with a Pharaoh, there’s nowhere to run\nAs quick as I put the clip in it go in the gun\nEverything is slow motion, blood go in your lungs\nRidiculous as Icarus flyin' close to the Sun\nI’m a supernova, nobody escapes my gravity\nGraffiti on the moon spelling out the name Apathy\nUndisputed king of the Milky Way Galaxy\nI’d eat your whole squad but I got a wackness allergy\nTy-rannical, over-sized cannibal\nI’m the son of Samuel, murder without the manual\nThe tomb of King Tut, pimp sluts, rip guts\nFrom opponents, while I’m drinkin' their blood from my pimp cup\nPharaoh Clique, we bust your shit\nYou know it’s no holds barred with the bars we spit\nIt goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? «Pharaohs!»\nA-O-T-P get your wig split!\nPharaoh Clique, we bust your shit\nYou know it’s no holds barred with the bars we spit\nIt goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? «Pharaohs!»\nAOTP get your wig split!\nTimes change, but my mind-frame just loves war (grr)\nTed Danson from Cheers, I’m above Norm (oh!)\nI exploit performers that’s wack (uh-huh)\nRecord raps on my phone’s voice recorder app (hello?)\nPermanent hunchback (back, back, back…) from keepin' my city on my spine\n'Cause I’ve been makin' tracks since A hats and Karl Kani (aw)\nGet your bitch far more wet\nWhen I get paid it’s a fuckin' party with a giant cardboard check\nThe Army is a hardcore set\nPaper before pussy, these haters is all rookies\nI give 'em bowlin' ball noogies\nNo warnin' shots, mister\nI empty ammo crates 'til my palms got blisters\nAyo, Pharaoh death blow, the violent tempo\nYour soul dead to me like the Pirate’s retro\nFound on Willie Stargell, I kill these bars well\nLift 'em like a barbell, you sound like Marcel the Shell\nWhen you rhyme, I’m unveiled, designed, my heart sails\nDe Lima Cartel, is five times bigger\nThe Czar melts your mind, I spit like a .9\nIs that fast? I don’t even know, I typically use\nA EE-3 Carbine Rifle that Boba Fett shoot\nExecute rappers underwater, tie a wire to their wet-suit\nBarracudas eat 'em, we don’t need 'em\nWe beat 'em, then we bleed 'em out, trash 'em and delete 'em\nTaste the beast, I’m a motherfuckin' Minotaur\nCatch a hot flash like an old broad with menopause\nA-O-T-P clique, those been my dogs\nYou don’t believe in me? You can’t believe there is a God\nYou must be an Atheist\nThey don’t ever try and test me, I must be the craziest\nYou ain’t make a move yet? You must be the laziest\nYour team is shook and I bet you the shakiest\nI split your head to the white meat\nThe gun’s roar so fuckin' loud, you’d think that it was Bike Week\nI’m from Philly, where the cost of life cheap\n50 bones get you gone by Ricans down Pike Street\nI’m not a blog creation, I’m not a hype beast\nI am the embodiment of dope rhymes and a right beat\nI am the result of Scarface and Ice-T\nTan trees, white tees, my niggas think just like me\nI’m nice G\nPharaoh Clique, we bust your shit\nYou know it’s no holds barred with the bars we spit\nIt goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? «Pharaohs!»\nA-O-T-P get your wig split!\nPharaoh Clique, we bust your shit\nYou know it’s no holds barred with the bars we spit\nIt goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? «Pharaohs!»\nAOTP get your wig split!\nA-O-T-P, raw rap forever!