Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swords Drawn, artist - Chief Kamachi. Album song Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Swords Drawn |
Agh! |
I’m through toying with them. |
I shall demonstrate the might! |
And Pharaoh said… and Pharaoh said! |
That I should obey his voice! |
Yeah! |
It’s the goddamn Army! |
The fllluck you thought! |
Celph Titled, Planetary, Demoz, Reef the Lost motherfuckin' Cauze, |
the Esoterodactyl. |
You a fool for this beat Eso. |
But right about now, |
Chief Kamach, split their motherfuckin' head! |
Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour’s nap |
Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat |
Blood on the tarot pack, apparel black |
Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed |
119 they blamed it on some Arab cat |
I meditated, and left two towers flat |
With the whole section 8 Egyptian power rap |
Little spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual |
Don’t let me start with the pump, pecked |
Faggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk |
I got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk |
It’s The Messiah, never been a musical kump |
The Colosseum fiending, screaming «Demoz!» |
They could see the pour-up from Europe to Lehigh |
When they see I’m coming they running I keep nine |
Shots for they stomach and face, eat five! |
Never will I run from a case like a cheap guy |
If I can’t afford the lawyer, I’ll burn him like deep fry |
Undeveloped faggot, I’m classic like Levi’s |
Rap marathon, I passed them like three times |
Take my rap skills multiply by three times |
All it takes from my verse to defeat him is three lines |
Peep my battle ability weak guy |
If I can’t walk over you nigga I leap high |
Shoot looking down when I pass, you scream «Why?» |
You bit my whole style with no teeth I reply… |
You walking on glass barefooted, my sneaks tied |
Talking out your ass when you shouldn’t you speak lies |
Yo, whenever I say so we full court pressing 'em |
Handle the rock and cross over like the rest of 'em |
Who got the ratchet? |
I crack the pendulum |
My adrenaline race the pace you trembling |
My regiment take shots of bad medicine |
Extinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen |
Severus so far the best with the pen again |
Venomous ink, paint the picture so elegant |
Elevate my state, I’m high like a pelican |
Powerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton |
Space niggas erase niggas irrelevant |
Post-up prevalent, in my development |
I make the case, so the dope can settle in |
«Paz, there’s no goose!» |
so we threw the kettle in |
Pharaohs amongst the king of this tenement |
You demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, «Send 'em in!» |
Mind bender, line sender |
Time ender, Pharaoh front line member |
The mic’s a divine ember burning you |
The blood doesn’t trickle, it sprays |
I’m like The young Nikita Koloff with the sickle when im stripped in the page |
For centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries |
You entertain, it’s funny like Kevin James |
Now stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man? |
Hip-hop's deader than Vince Lombardi |
It’s full of wine and crackers like your wife’s dinner parties |
I’m a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battle |
Running with apes like Ann Darrow |
Reef! |
I ain’t wit this rap shit dog, I literally kill em |
Put the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee Williams |
It works every time, I murk every line |
It never gets easier, it hurts every time |
I been the best, I got kids on the Internet |
Seeking my approval like they send a fucking friend request |
Uh.Denied, Go, fuck your life |
I crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymes |
Barf, you know vomit and such |
You got no fans so you claim being popular sucks |
That’s called hating, your brain is all vacant |
I’d never sit down and eat with y’all, it’s all bacon |
Demons and gargoyles, lions and wizards |
We leaving 'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards |
That’s what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya |
Act like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors |
Rap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later |
Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator |
So who’s ill and who’s not? |
Who’s popping and ooh-wop |
Who’s a cross between El Chupacabra and 2Pac? |
(Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelf |
Just a pellet gun leave a huge welt |
Army of the Pharaohs never make love songs |
We finger fuck bitches with Freddy Krueger gloves on |