Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dump the Clip, artist - Planetary. Album song Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDump the Clip |
| One-two, one-two |
| Pharaoh shit, nigga! |
| Yo, I live life according to The Low End Theory |
| A champion, the trophy goes to me, clearly |
| Most of these niggas fear me, seriously |
| I’m a step above God, my apostles cheer me |
| Tap if you hear the Desert Eagle spittin' |
| With a Buhloone Mindstate I start Ego Trippin' |
| Back in the lab, I’m the mad scientist |
| Keep your eye on this, when I roar I’m lion-esque (yes!) |
| Untamed, my style is mundane, consumed from the moon |
| Until the sun done changed |
| Done done, I done came, conquered my insanity |
| The man in me evolves through my vanity |
| All black tee, Philly fitted with a black P |
| Niggas ain’t ready for war to blast me (B!) |
| Ask me if I give two shits |
| If you ain’t Pharaohs, QD, my kids, or my bitch |
| E.S. |
| I made the track rap your dome |
| We uncanny like David and Manny, you chasin' balls |
| Out in left, while I’m circlin' third and being waved home |
| Murderin' herbs, reveal words to your nose bone |
| I’m Larry Holmes with a left and a right |
| I’m Roy Jones winnin' fights on consecutive nights |
| I’m Luke Sky with the blast shield down, cats kneel down |
| This is boom-bap, real rap, steel sounds |
| I watch NESN at seven, I watch the news at eleven |
| To look for MC’s I lyrically murdered |
| And the bodies that I deserted, they probably didn’t deserve it |
| But I had to do it to them, I gotta pride of lions |
| That love wack rapper meat, so I throw it to 'em |
| The Mighty Thor with the mind of Michael Moore |
| This type of war ends games like the final score |
| «It's as if the Pharaohs have returned.» |
| Yeah! |
| Celph Titled! |
| I can’t see y’all from where I’m at |
| I like the smell of napalm in the mornin', while I’m eatin' my Apple Jacks |
| My battle axe acts as a last resort death kill |
| Quarantine your city, it’s about to be a lead spill |
| Faggots better (Fall back!) Said I ain’t got (Raw raps!) |
| Fuck made you (Doubt that!) Fuck boy (I'm all that!) |
| Arrows with explosive tips |
| I’m about to get real ill on some ill, good old Coka Nostra shit |
| That’s gritty and gangster, Vinnie, pass me a banger |
| I’ll abort you little sports with a rusty hanger |
| Parker Brothers say my name, y’all start to stutter |
| Slicin' pussies, I’m a certified carpet cutter |
| Handgun (automatic!) Shotgun (pump-action!) |
| Me with your wife, that’s (automatic pump-action!) |
| Laundromat thug passion, we wash bundles there |
| Keep a gun tucked in the motherfuckin' Snuggles bear |
Artist lyrics: Planetary
Artist lyrics: Esoteric
Artist lyrics: Celph Titled
Artist lyrics: Army of the Pharaohs