Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terrorstorm, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song Heavy Lies the Crown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопTerrorstorm |
| If anybody got a problem with me we just fight |
| Step up to the Gods and you’ll see we just fight |
| I suggest you best to take it easy |
| This is AOTP and we’ll make you believe we just fight |
| If anybody got a problem with me we just fight |
| Step up to the God degree and we will fight |
| I suggest you check our reputation |
| This is dedication or the devils may come and we will fight |
| Listen I could never take an L |
| Same energy that created Heaven, created Hell |
| Keep your motherfucking mouth shut and just wait for bail |
| That’s the first law of the street, you never snake and tell |
| Big guns, big beards, bunch of Chewbaccas |
| Walk up in the Tourneau and cop a few watches |
| So much dro in high school I needed two lockers |
| My Enemy Mine, my enemy Lou Gossett’s |
| I ain’t trying to listen to y’all, cause you garbage |
| Viktor Vasnetsov, higher when he flew carpets |
| Everybody make money, only few profit |
| Still the same Vinnie, I just got a new logic |
| I ain’t here to cut the cake (stupid) |
| The fuck you think the knife is for? |
| Criminal psychologist; |
| ain’t never seen my type before |
| Celph Titled: mother-fucking manager of manslaughter |
| I’m a mobster, shoot you if you move your hands awkward |
| If I’m running it’s from the police |
| If I’m gunning it’s at your dome piece |
| Extended barrel that’s four feet |
| The steel mag will fold ya (fo'sho) |
| I think of Steel Magnolias when I see your soldiers (that's them?) |
| So come to the fork in the road and get a fork in your throat |
| No father to my style, I am the orphan of flows |
| Yes bitch you can get on my guest list |
| Just know I keep a biscuit in a bag like a McDonald’s breakfast |
| You ain’t truly hard, I pull your car up the boulevard |
| Rob you for your jewelry in front of your groupie squad |
| Cause I’m a full retard |
| I slap you silly, tap the jelly out your capillary |
| Might murk you like Makaveli |
| The armor’s on at your worst you’re an accomplice |
| A sidekick, you ride dicks |
| You’re like an armrest, you’ll get elbowed |
| Kick your shit in with my Shell Toes |
| Shut the fuck up, yeah I’m stuck up like Velcro |
| You want a free hook? |
| Hell no |
| You’re a pussy cat, I got a douche for that |
| Peel your wig off and push it back |
| Your god flesh will hang off your skeleton when the missiles rang |
| Let’s make an official gang, let the pistols bang |
| If anybody got a problem with me we just fight |
| Step up to the Gods and you’ll see we just fight |
| I suggest you best to take it easy |
| This is AOTP and we’ll make you believe we just fight |
| If anybody got a problem with me we just fight |
| Step up to the God degree and we will fight |
| I suggest you check our reputation |
| This is dedication or the devils may come and we will fight |
| (Never take your eyes off your opponent) |
| Cause if you do you are obsolete |
| The .9 you see will make niggas jump like Dominique |
| You need to stop rapping when I’m tryna sleep |
| Never trust a fat dude who say he just tryna eat |
| And that kind is me, I smoke that kind of weed |
| You see and say sensi star under the ganja leaf |
| The flow sweeter than grape jam |
| But still I smack you in your motherfucking head like Captain Caveman |
| And the church say «Amen» |
| I don’t know you niggas, your name to me is «Hey, man…» |
| The righteous at war with Shaytan |
| So in one hand is my son the other 28 grams |
| E.S. |
| the high priest coming taking them heads |
| Rappers popping shit on Twitter without taking their meds |
| I see 'em laying in bed, I can picture it now |
| They thumbing through their phone looking for original style |
| Get off your ass, rap Cialis, and spazzin cats get devoured |
| So call the doctor if it’s lasting more than four hours |
| Open the cell, y’all focused as hell |
| I spit acid like the flower on the Joker’s lapel |
| I Stand Alone, Complex like the Ghost in the Shell |
| You suffer from a concussion like players post-NFL |
| So guard your grill, no trigger tracks take bigger steps |
| I straight body tracks like a stick figure sketch |
| Fuck you similes and metaphors, I’m just tryna settle war |
| I can only self destruct, I am like the Predator |
| Personal vendettas now, I am out to settle scores |
| You don’t wanna get involved, you can’t walk, run or crawl |
| It don’t rain it heavy pour, soon as the Henny pour |
| I don’t need grimy bitches, hoodrats or Fendi whores |
| Nope. |
| I had to step back but I remain sharp though |
| How you gonna build walls around Cain Marko |
| Love this rap shit fully but it pays partial |
| Got tunnel vision for the money so it strains carpals |
| Andre Dawson with the hawk, let the spray spark you |
| When these sharks taste blood we never lay off you |
| One inch punch, hits hard as shotgun pumps |
| Knock kids out they Reebok Pumps |
| Fucking punks walk the plank, kerplunk |
| Suckers sunk get slumped |
| Like drunk driving and crashing in tree trunks |
| Backstage, rap groupie sluts scheming on blunts |
| Bunch of bum ass bitches in some beat up Dunks |
| Roll that weed up cunt, tell her we’ll meet up front |
| She kinda frumpy but she still could get her D cups humped |
| Every beat that we bump, means somebody got jumped |
| Beaten up tied his hands to his feet to bleed in the trunk |
| I don’t understand the reason kids are feeling these chumps |
| I’m kinda stumped… uh duuhhhh, I can’t even front |
| I lose a brain cell every time the 808 thump |
| That shit stunk, shrunk heads like a voodoo monk |
| A wild monkey in a cage throwing doodoo chunks |
| I lunge straight for the throat, blood and guts for lunch |
| If anybody got a problem with me we just fight |
| Step up to the Gods and you’ll see we just fight |
| I suggest you best to take it easy |
| This is AOTP and we’ll make you believe we just fight |
| If anybody got a problem with me we just fight |
| Step up to the God degree and we will fight |
| I suggest you check our reputation |
| This is dedication or the devils may come and we will fight |
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