Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Henry the 8th , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопHenry the 8th |
| Yeah… it's murders… plenty murders |
| Blood… We spell doom |
| Pharaoh clique, baby |
| For whom the bells toll, Vinnie Paz, I call hell home |
| Put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone |
| Any way you wanna look at it, it spell doom |
| Vinnie Pazienza be proud that you you fell to him |
| Me and Shareef, we stronger than pillars in Greece |
| You need to over-stand that pharaohs are still in the streets |
| You need to know that we got beef but we willin' to peace |
| You need to know that we got hate and it’s still for police |
| It’s Juju Mob, and Army of the Pharaoh clique |
| We on some revolution Amadou Diallo shit |
| I like to watch your brain explodin' when the hollow hit |
| It’s Vinnie Paz, Louie Dogs, Kamachi follow it |
| Yo its my house like RUN! |
| controllin the 80's |
| Flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary’s baby |
| Slang fire like a hustle in Haiti |
| Couple holes for the souls, pitchfork for the daisies |
| Ashes for urns, I’m a murderer maybe |
| A lavish little Lucifer burnin' the hazy |
| Faced out, still could get a hold of the ladies |
| Hit from Madam Bavaskier in a older Mercedes |
| This is death speakin', the smell of fresh flesh wreakin' |
| Get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon |
| Juju tongue, voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs |
| Blood pour, heart of a chump, jump from the arrows |
| We got a message for ya |
| Yeah, our squads ain’t checkin' for ya |
| And if its beef, we’ll produce the Smith and Wesson’s on ya |
| AOTP, Juju Mob, we bossin' ya clique |
| Rain fire on this hip hop shit |
| The king Reef raw, on the streets I’m King Cauze |
| Wild the fuck out, beat my chest like King Kong |
| Is this thing on? |
| I’m tryin' to channel the youth |
| I rock the crown of Caesar, and Hannibal’s boots |
| They call me animal tooth |
| Use your bones as a back scratcher |
| I’m allergic to dirt weed and wack rappers |
| My hand’s too gritty, I just let the gat smack ya |
| I dropped outta school, motherfuck a backpacker |
| Double cross us and we’ll bomb on you bitches |
| You a fuckin' fruitcake like what my aunt sent for Christmas |
| My dogs relentless and we ain’t tryin' to be friends |
| My gun attach to my hip like a siamese twin |
| It’s a critical beatdown, QD niggas hit the street now |
| Bangin beats out, thug niggas throw they heaters out |
| It’s pussy niggas like y’all scared to leave the house |
| Once they retrieve 'em out, (BLAAT) |
| Let 'em see the clouds |
| I make the most gangsta nigga hit the concrete |
| And start snitchin', pointin' fingers like they on Wall Street |
| My squad deep, we the «Gods and Generals» |
| Type of niggas too drunk, we dodge the interviews |
| We came a long way from cipherin' all day |
| When days was all play, now we rhymin' for strong pay |
| Outerspace got a strong hold on the game |
| We reign, you minor leaguers, we breezin' the Hall of Fame |
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