Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serpent King, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song Heavy Lies the Crown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Serpent King |
Prolifical writers; |
I write with the mind of a lifer |
On the block with his seed, stashing coke in his diapers |
I’m MacGyver: I can make a pen out of a lighter |
Pharaoh clique: there’s no crew strong enough to fight us |
I’m tryn’a live long enough to catch arthritis |
On a rocking chair, talking 'bout the wonderful years |
How we dominated this sport and ended careers |
Departing your frame like Shaka Zulu wilding with spears |
I’m a general with spikes on my military gear |
Bodies is caught but I don’t do tattoo tears |
I’ve been deening for years, look at the length of the beard |
Confirming your fears, the Army of the Pharaohs is here |
Snipe the Celph Titled mascot |
You still can’t assassinate my character |
So go ahead, I’ll eradicate your exterior |
With a furious anger |
Teflon bed-sheets be my security blanket |
If I’m off my rocker, then I might launch a rocket (in ya) |
Mama said I’m tall but I got a short temper |
Outrun a hyena and take home a cougar |
Not the bat cave, the Depot where there’s Chrome computers |
And the gun is in the drawer |
Would have fucked your bitch raw |
But the bitch had a fungus in her drawers |
So 'Don't Worry Be Happy', on some Bobby McFaggot shit |
I got a ratchet chick that stay reloading my ratchet clips |
.44 magnum flow spitters; |
volcanic |
Body shots rock your block on a cold canvas |
Platinum bars, I achieved a gold standard |
Adamantium frame, I’mma have to soul-snatch it |
Nine-inch nails plunged in my bloody hands |
I walk on water, kick through the grains of sand |
Sniff clouds, take sips of the acid water |
Throw lightning bolts, I ain’t talking Harry Potter |
Leave your limbs exposed, I ain’t talking Gary Carter |
Sick thoughts in my head, then I family harbor |
So let me get this moment of clarity |
I am out for paper, no time for charity |
Same shit: catching bodies on the regular, pa |
No mercy; |
you can’t hurt me. |
I’m deading you, dawg |
I’m a different level devilish type |
Heavy metal settle right into the ghetto at night |
Break bone marrow, bow and arrows, clone pharaohs, we so sharp |
Boast battles we throw shrapnel in yo' castle |
You can bring it we just products of that Olde English |
Fire extinguisher rap, now watch your flames diminish |
I get spinach till the day I finish |
There’s no limits to the lyrics man, I just replenish |
I’m a menace in the way I’m like a five-percenter |
Cause 95% of y’all niggas is popping never |
I’ve been locked in the basement windows blacked out |
Feel like Black Hawk Down with the enemy around |
Ain’t no harder than patience; |
every little move’s like a |
Hair trigger, waiting for the bullets to surround me |
'The Devil made him do it' |
I can hear my family on that bullshit |
Saying I was lost to the darkness |
Used to keep me fluid, but lately I’ve been tired of the L |
So I started making all of yous a target |
I’m strapped for the Rapture |
Nothing in this world means |
Nothing when it spins to the sound of the barrel |
Now my Jacqueline Onassis 'Camelot' living |
Was a dream till the King realized he was a pharaoh |
I’m here to remind y’all |
I’mma keep it raw |
Till the day I get boxed in the dirt with the worms |
I’ve already been lied to |
«Stick to the script» is what I tell 'em |
Right before I make the whole world burn |