Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrath Prophecy, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song Heavy Lies the Crown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопWrath Prophecy |
| Motherfuckers always wanna talk slick man |
| Till they be in front of you man you know what I mean |
| Yo, Army Of The Pharaohs man |
| It’s ya boy Zilla right now you know what I mean? |
| See I’m a fire breathing monster Zilla stomp them and eat em |
| Slap you out of your skeleton melon swelling from beatings |
| Came from an era of dookie chains and skeezers |
| Memorex type cassettes recording my favorite heathens |
| Papa used to call them that I ain’t never believe em |
| Before Run was a reverend I used to rev engines and steal em |
| The coat hanger told her what chop shops in the region |
| The heavy metal was loading where wack rappers was beefing |
| Hold it, this is a moment and I ain’t planning on leaving |
| My planet is an ocean of alien type excretion |
| Excerpts of my life that I ain’t bothered deleting |
| That’s also why I’m sicker than half of you niggas speaking |
| Y’all losin' to older heads bleeding crayola red |
| My team all over the web Charolette kept all of us fed |
| Guillotine off with your head walk with the dead |
| Bust off with the lead I see these niggas talking to feds |
| Off of the ledge, off of the hook and off of the meds |
| Off of the leash I’m not your average dog in the shed |
| I’m more of a beast a wolf that stray away from the sheep |
| I pray for the weed I need to be paid every week |
| I’d rather push yay on the street than play with these beats |
| This pharaoh shit is in me so I’m playing for keeps |
| Everyday I hunt for prey that I could savour to eat |
| I’m a lion no denying I’m not case on a beat |
| Studied the Art of War perpetually |
| Slang polo and cheddar thats the recipe |
| Cream get the best of me |
| I’m army certified never question my pedigree |
| Broke nights, cokeheads, snow white, amphetamines |
| It’s like J tom got dudes in the cobra clutch |
| They got niggas so broke they can’t break a dutch |
| Off a fudgie for brothers who wasn’t so lucky |
| Roosters, stashing chickens in they’re own yucky |
| 23 and 1 never going to see the sun |
| A man ain’t a man if he can’t feed his son |
| I got work for these young punks |
| Keep hoes come drunk chop a general monk monk |
| Get more eyes the bar reflect my shining star |
| No need to resurrect if everybody see the god |
| So pay homage my royalties is imminent |
| Energy can’t be destroyed that means I’m infinite |
| You just a bitch and you scared |
| Started throwing up your set so |
| You just fixed your hands like you was fixing your hair |
| I’ll potato a haters head and chop sui a flamer dead |
| I always hit the brain, when you shoot you barely graze a leg |
| (You ready killa?) |
| About to send a gift in a gift basket |
| Pink bow and shrink wrap plastic |
| Just cause I think you’re a faggot (pussy) |
| AOTPwe on a new com wave |
| Every web that we weave no disarming code bomb case |
| Extort your block for that work and come back on the first |
| Try us at all and ride off in a Cadillac hearse |
| The state attorney made it seem like I went extra hard |
| All I did was show my fists and I caught a weapons charge |
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