Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Azrael, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song In Death Reborn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопAzrael |
| Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun |
| If you live by the sword, you’ll probably die by the gun |
| Laugh now, cry later, why you hanging your head? |
| Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death |
| I’m the prince of darkness, reign over the kingdom of disaster |
| Rhythm get smashed, fucked, like the children of a pastor |
| Nigga, I’m bad luck, I’m misery, I’m your master |
| Making you hang it up, like folks living in Alaska |
| I’m radiant, summer blinded, by the sun divine Damian |
| In the front lines of Egypt, with the blood line of an alien |
| I’m so defiant, the stone that broke Goliath’s dome |
| Flow tyrant, hold the belt of Orion, I strode with giants |
| The globetrotter, spit Goldschläger and molt' lava |
| The old father of flows, there’s no one that goes harder |
| I’m the Al-Qaeda style writer, death’s an inspirador |
| A life of behind these walls, get caught in my lines of fire |
| And expire, I’m the devil’s pitchfork in the road |
| I’ll torture your soul, 'til you sell it for a fortune of gold |
| The fortunes foretold, we all die, so live life to the fullest |
| Live by the gun, die by the bullet, by the knife slicing your gullet |
| Pharaoh |
| Too blind to see the light, I envision blackness |
| Live by the bloody hatchet, die from the dusty ratchet |
| Back from the lake of fire, with my halo broken |
| They want reality so I give 'em a fatal dosage |
| Niggas acting real savage, but I barely notice |
| I’m headhunting, so I ain’t trying to lose my focus |
| We the murderers, murderous, call the coroners |
| Tell them to stop recording us… |
| No more hope in 'em, box cutter open 'em |
| This is uncut opium, for you to put your nose up in |
| Got em overdosing, head-swelling, comatosing |
| Overseas, so I’m posting bodies floating in the ocean |
| Pharaoh |
| Don’t be trusting in these rappers, look how poorly they acting |
| Only seen guns bust in Civil War reenactments |
| Yeah we all took that class trip to Harrisburg or Gettysburg |
| So spare your words before you get embarrassed nerd |
| Waiting for the day I’m catching you |
| You can have MMA fighters protecting you, pussy I’m still wrecking you |
| Your idol, the one you wish you could perform like |
| Drop classic albums, you can’t even get one song right |
| A couple songs tight, but not cause you speaking on 'em |
| It’s cause the beat was banging and had dope features on it |
| It’s Reefer on it, you got a rat’s spine, a chicken’s heart |
| And a weasel’s stomach, what are you? |
| You little hog you, you fucking pig |
| I split your wig, so what you on kid? |
| Dope or dog food? |
| This ain’t a warning, this a promise boy |
| Cause I’m your motherfucking daddy, and I won’t raise a mama’s boy |
| Yeah my family hate you, we wilding |
| I was chilling, but then y’all propagated the problem |
| Let it wash over you, let you pray to the lion |
| If the father disrespect me, the baby is dying |
| Whats gon' happen when the inmates raid the asylum? |
| It ain’t one of you motherfuckers crazy as I am |
| Killing you stupid motherfuckers is fish in the barrel |
| High priest of every temple, I am a Pharaoh |
| Crypt the Warchild, the bow, I am the arrow |
| I get under you skin, Lord, I am the marrow |
| We could go gun for gun, battle for battle |
| We could go son for son, mine is a Pharaoh |
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