Lyrics Sumerians - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, Apathy

Sumerians

«Putting suckas in fear»
«Explosion!»
«Putting suckas in fear»
Yeah, the underworld, the solar myth and the Osiris Cult
Every fucking rhyme I write is like a lightning bolt
Father of the first divine family of finer folks
Fresh pair of garment in every kind of designer coat
I ain’t saying I’m the greatest but I’m kinda close
Iller than Tato Laviera playing dominoes
My fist blows through iron nose and body blows
My young bull got nice hands and snotty nose
Your team putrid your dream lucid, your body froze
Dying is the only way you’ll ever spot a ghost
The rhyme dope like what Verbal Kint is to Keyser Söze
Bitch get on your knees please it’s time to choke
Black Hawk aerial, villain, serial killing
Night rage, war brigade, rancid tirades
Thirteenth century brave hearts with braid sticks swords in you
Just to watch your life fade
Perforating your flesh while scoring your rib cage
You’re now rocking with the oracle rhetorical mystical sage
Palming, licking my finger while turning a page
I’d rather starve, writing bars at minimum wage
I’m never on writers block I got lyrics for days
In many ways I can show you how syllable’s pay
Instead I’d rather kill you and piss on your grave
Then blame it on the evils that infected my brain
Y’all are in the presence of the Godz, It’s the '94 Nas
The Fugees without the Pras, the reasons you need jobs
The dictators of Oz, Danta Claus or Freddy claws
The rebels without a pause, but please hold the applause
Known for breakin' soft jaws and takin' off broads' bras
I’m brothers with Lost Cauze, I’m basically Bo$$ Hog
Impatiently pacin' in my basement on my days off
Tryna to figure out a way that I can blow your face off
The Sumerian alien barbarian buryin' all you Aryans in the area
Gut 'em like Cesarean
Paleontologists follow this path of destruction
To the mouth of a volcano after massive eruptions
I don’t do subliminals, I send criminals
If I said you won’t die, not one bit of the sentence true
(It's murder)
And in the first forty-eight, kid
Best believe I’m killin' everyone who spectated
(Even Bébé's kids)
So they never shoulda
Spell the first letter of my name with a murder capital
Tommy in a trench coat, mobbin' with Vincenzo
Pharaohs been dope since y’all first heard the intro
The worst words we sent those
Our pen game insane
(Or is his brain damaged, deranged lava runnin' through his veins?)
So watch the roaches scatterin' or it’s explosives that shatterin'
From land to water we causin' a boatin' accident
I am the deadly vendetta out for the bread and the cheddar
That battle B-Boy beheader, fans put their fists up like Jetta
When Gretta broke her set of CD, I’m redder
You David Archuleta, I’m that N.I.N.E.
Beretta, too clever
Me and the mic go together like mama Paz and bruschetta
Birds of a feather, Pharaohs flyin' high
Embarkin' on a money makin' endeavour
You pumpin' Maybach Music in the Jetta
That whip is better for Eddie Vedder
To the haters I be flippin' the bird like Robert Griffin III
Duck and an eagles bitch you ain’t tryna to see no wits
You ain’t tryna to see the clique, needle dick
Lift tickets on a Penn field 'cause I’m stayin' on an ego trip
«Putting suckas in fear»
«Putting suckas in fear»
«Putting suckas in fear»
«Explosion»