Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hate and the Blame, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song Heavy Lies the Crown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопThe Hate and the Blame |
| I keep it dirty like Louisiana swamp rats |
| Bikers with the jail tats |
| Undiscovered body in the house so the mail stacks |
| Stale Ap, fuck hailing Satan, I’ll impale him in Salem Mass |
| Compared to me, the Devil is trailer trash |
| God awful apostle, fossilized |
| These know-it-all mahfuckers trying to philosophize |
| Bunch of Youtube scholars |
| Swear they kicking it deep as Genius |
| Theories of the Illuminati and Jesus |
| Please bitch, you brand new, New Jack amateur |
| Back in '94 me and Vin was studying the Urantia |
| Holy tabernacles, Zecharia Sitchin |
| You bullshit, admit your fact written was straight fiction |
| E.S. |
| can make it happen |
| Blatantly breaking your back and |
| Rappers are fake when they’re clapping |
| Cartridges this artist is a narcissistic arsonist |
| Carcasses start to decompose |
| We throw 'em in ocean for the shark and fish to gargle with |
| This sword, I sharpen this, no Excalibur but never tarnishes |
| I’ll bring the carnage to your cartilage, you want no parts of this |
| No, the most arrogant character causing massacre, laugh at ya |
| I’m the last of cast since the Perriah |
| A rap critter’s messiah, the glass prism reflection of that wisdom |
| So cold the water froze at my baptism |
| But I’ll still burn you quicker than my skin in Africa |
| Attach you to a catheter, AOTP ambassador |
| Artillery stop enemies, got plenty |
| You’re not killing anything with the shots you’re sending |
| Crush ya bus pipes, you can hear the metal bending |
| (The Army’s here) |
| There can only be one ending |
| Everybody hit the floor, y’all don’t got a choice |
| I hit hard like the bass that was in my father’s voice |
| I ain’t soft, if a rock god anoints |
| Often wrong, never in doubt like Donny Deutsch |
| See I was robbing motherfuckers, a taker of things |
| The star chaser, a law of nature, maker of wings |
| Empire of Egypt with your critical thinking |
| It was never the fetus of physical sinking |
| Seek truth find knowledge and became wisdom |
| Accurately accepting from the same prism |
| I’m the man behind the number what the game missing |
| Peace to all of my brothers that’s in the state prison |
| I would never lay lifeless across the gurney |
| I would never flip flop go topsey turvey |
| That audible shit I do it cold turkey |
| You will never air me out or do me dirty |
| I’ll bring the hurricane to you like I was Testaverde |
| Niggas extra thirsty, love to beg for mercy |
| I don’t stress no bird, they do not concern me |
| Paz flex the thirty, eight to stretch they jersey |
| And they all play dumb like they ain’t heard of me |
| So I’ma murder them before they murder me |
| Can’t paint the town red cause all I see is burgundy |
| So if you see me on the strip it’s an emergency |
| If I said it once I said it a thousand times |
| You couldn’t see me if I let you spit a thousand rhymes |
| A cloud of smoke, the only thing I left behind |
| Come after mine, I protect it with that black iron |
| It ain’t about a punchline when it’s crunch time |
| It’s all about the moonlight then the sunshine |
| Cause when it’s dark out |
| And the hawks out |
| Them hammer jammers go bananas for your parka ock |
| Don’t get your life took |
| Don’t get your wife took |
| She’d rather be with me I can tell it just by the look |
| Been living by the book |
| Pharaoh in the big city |
| I don’t survive I thrive I am one of many |
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