Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen Up, artist - Celph Titled. Album song Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопListen Up |
| Yeah… Once again |
| It’s like this. |
| AotP, we runnin' this rap shit now |
| Celph Titled, we runnin' this rap shit now |
| ES, we runnin' this rap shit now |
| Warchild, niggas runnin' this rap shit now |
| It’s about to be a motherfuckin' slaughter in this bitch |
| We got the awfullest clips, rusty burners with the rotten rubber grips |
| We some hardcore crooks, drinkin' rubbing alcohol |
| Never use a rubber at all, we fuckin' bitches raw |
| Chokin' up your faculty, turn your whole «gang green» |
| Unload the magazine to your knees, give you a gangsta lean |
| Military minded, on the A-Train with a deranged brain |
| I was buildin' the walls of hell way before the flames came |
| And bitches love me with a MAC-11 |
| Tellin' the police sketch artist I look like Jon B. with a deadly weapon |
| Keepin' it ghetto even when it’s war, ock |
| Rockin' jean shorts and a tanktop, loadin' shells in a tank top |
| Aimin' the cannon to blast you where you standin' |
| You could be in Montana campin', but your head’ll land in the Hamptons |
| Won’t grin for the camera when you clickin' it at me |
| But I’ll smile with a gun in my hand, I’m trigger happy |
| Listen up, it’s murder music 'till your wrist is cut |
| Fire octane, nigga y’all can sip it up |
| We do this rap shit here so we can live it up |
| We walk around with hot flames runnin', give it up |
| You could never fathom the level beyond your God or your Devil |
| If every thought is a pebble (my style’s boulder, I told you) |
| A radical rebel and yes the jacket’s full-metal |
| And men I’m hackin' through several (I'm like a soldier, I’ll fold you) |
| A blow to your composure, heat of the moment |
| I be meat-cleavin' a bleedin' opponent, he didn’t want it |
| These heathens try to eat off me but they repeatedly clone it |
| This industry is mine, I can put my feet way up on it |
| I put my people up on it, my sinister and lethal ministry of evil |
| Turn a Vinnie Diesel to a skinny weasel |
| I’m the pinnacle and steeple of this faction, feeble men I’m smashin' |
| Playin' God? |
| you ain’t Jim Caviezel with The Passion |
| Automatic how I’m causin' havoc, I body maggots |
| Who thought they brought the static, they probably addicts |
| And fiendin' for a bag of this antagonistic savageness |
| You talkin' platinum but ain’t crackin' pitchers' batting averages |
| Don’t make me get your fuckin' face broken |
| I ain’t jokin' when I’m flamethrowin' |
| I’ll spit a verse at you to slit your fuckin' veins open |
| I’ll spit a curse or two just to keep the rain pourin' |
| I’ll lift the skirt of you to see you pussies ain’t workin' |
| I’ll live to murder you until I see the game’s over |
| We never heard of you and 'cause of that, the name’s worshipped |
| (It's the Army, cocksuckers) Get it correct |
| Or y’all can find sharp things straight embedded in necks |
| I rep my team to the death, I will slice your people |
| Wave my flags in the air, plus the knives are lethal |
| Hottest shit to hit the streets since Nas did Ether |
| Now we pick at your soul and let your conscience eat ya |
| And take over, Crypt, Es, and Celph |
| You reap what you sow, so protect ya health, NIGGA! |
| Yeah motherfuckers! |
| That’s how we get fuckin' down |
| AotP, Vinnie P., Crypt the Warchild, Celph Titled |
| Esoteric, Chief Kamach', Planetary, Apathy |
Artist lyrics: Celph Titled
Artist lyrics: Esoteric
Artist lyrics: Army of the Pharaohs