Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Tempter and the Bible Black, 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
The Tempter and the Bible Black |
Look, yeah |
The God anonymous, honorably honoring Hieronymus |
Eponymous, the name of the life and death of the novelist |
The seventh son of the seventh son, it’s severing honestness |
Conquerors conquering every catty corner of Cartilage |
The horror is the thought of the fatherless of an orphanage |
The force of this four fifth fold you like a contortionist |
Arturo Gatti, I am like John A. Gotti, extortionist |
Source of this arsenic, I am always honoring horror with |
Pharmacists is ominous, I am human, people and what have you |
Fourth teacher, no more less, the jux grab you |
The looks stab you considering the moral response |
I’m from Philly but I love what was born in the Bronx |
Killadelph, Shambala, it’s the ball plan, holla |
These niggas get grandfather, got them rubberband dollars |
Christopher Wallace buildin' with Christopher Rios |
Niggas on mics, I’m Lucio rightfully so, I’m righteously evil |
Spitefully sticking the jagged knife right through your cerebral |
I’m dying for people to start dying in my cathedral |
Seagal with the toolie, Ricky D with all the jewelery |
Underground Philly, OG rapping for Schooly |
Listen, I’m a Piston like Isaiah |
With Joe Dumars, in a few bars I might slay you |
Skyscraper, higher than fly in the Las Vegas |
Them permanently boxing with my god on a hiatus |
Hi haters |
I’m immaculate, accurate, I’m a graduate gradually smacking y’all |
I’m passionate, my skill they ration it, your whip I’m jacking it |
With your wifey and bands of cash in it |
I’m stashin' it, the most elaborate rapper from Nazareth |
Trapping crabs in the labyrinth, vandalizing the Vatican |
Dicking down Mary Magdalene, spit it without a pad and pen |
I’m adamant about smashing atoms to pieces |
I ain’t too bright but when it comes to catching bodies |
I’m a genius, I’m mad at polices, I’m radical Jesus |
You travel with visas, I travel with telekinesis |
My elegant speeches blow your wig back like when an elephant sneezes |
I’m belly laughing at your barely relevant speeches |
I was born inside chemicals, edible liquid dripping from |
Mechanical tentacles in a pod with embryonic fluid residue |
Optical scanning retinal, I’m a virtual vegetable |
I leap outta my skeletal to open vortexical vehicles |
I decipher hieroglyphic script on schedule |
Get into metaphysical form for hyper dimensional travel |
Unravel time, to the Tower of Babel |
Ap’ll rip the Adam’s apple out you and diss you and dance around you like |
you’re sacrificial cattle, a gat’ll fill you with shrapnel |
I’ll grapple ya tabernacle, tip and rip it to the gravel |
Ya fragile as fraggle bodies |
I travel through Abu Dhabi |
Pack the shotties that’ll split ya shell quicker than edamames |
I’m ungodly |
The TEC ringer, death bringer, strangulation by dental floss |
I’ll make the toughest men feel menopause (Yes!) |
Either you sustain my slaughter, you get a restraining order |
Dumped your body in Philly, your brains in Florida (Ahhh) |
My weed carriers carry pistols |
Pallbearers, caesarean cuts rip through |
If you fuck with this crew I send shots |
Bogey at six o’clock, got you on the target lock (Unhh) |
Your hard act get the Roseanne Barr laugh |
The bar tab buy it out, peek into my studio |
Put your head in the lion’s mouth |
God damn it’s me, I don’t talk; |
my hammers speak |
I’m Tampa’s beast, digging up corpses for some sandwich meat |
«Try to react to this verbal attack» |
«Cause if I have to get ill, then I will» |
Time and time again as I pick up the pen |
As my thoughts submerge, these are those words |
«Cause if I have to get ill, then I will» (x3) |
«Time and time again as I pick up the pen |
As my thoughts submerge, these are those words» |