Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Torture Papers, artist - Celph Titled. 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
The Torture Papers |
Yeah, muthafuckas! |
AotP in the building! |
Pazmanian Devil! |
Celph Titled! |
Planetary, OS! |
Apathy! |
What’s the deal, baby? |
We mobbin' on you muthafuckas! |
Yeah |
If there’s one thing for certain, Celph Titled’s a serpent |
Put on this earth on purpose to change the ocean’s current |
Into tidal waves and lava, Secret government labs in Nevada |
Found fragments of my sentence and died instant |
From an infant to an emperor |
Dead Sea Scrolls mixed with gangsta shit, my literature |
Annihilate entire societies, nothin' left to salvage |
Next mornin', loungin' on a tropic beach, gettin' drunk, talkin' about it |
We might move in silence, not revealin' our plot |
No alcohol in your system, but you’ll be feelin' the shots |
So many pistols, I’m the 45 King |
Yes the Pharaohs is the new Flavor Unit, it’s a fortified thing |
And it’s «A» cause we animals, «O» cause we ominous |
«T» cause we tyrants and, «P» cause we’re prominent |
On all continents, our contents incite mosh pits |
Products of our environment, we Designed to be Violent |
And the Hologram showed you that, the prophecy was golden |
The Torture Papers, hands catch on fire when they hold it |
The game’s changed, now there’s more than 5 Perfect Exerters |
Hang my portrait on the wall and you can frame me for murder |
I’m a arson, y’all live y’all lives in coffins |
I can hear y’all hatin' (The walls are thin) |
Apathetic, call the paramedics, we had to set it |
It’s a war of words, they got lost inside the sentence |
I’m diggin' graves, put the switch to my blade |
Shank a nigga just for lookin' at me, get up on stage |
When I say «Throw your hands up,» better keep 'em up |
Cause niggas is creepin' up with heaters up |
And nigga, you soft, I’ll take you to lunch and feed you a corpse |
Wash it down with OE, see nigga, I boss |
Celph bring guns and smoke, I bring rum and the coke |
Love my wife, that’s why I never had no love for a ho |
What, you don’t know? |
I spit it with a propane flow |
Cocaine-to-the-nose rap, that’s why Plan' about to blow |
So let’s go, take a walk with a menace |
Alcoholic nigga, showin' 40's love like tennis |
I’m the product of angels and demons, cocaine and weedin' |
Eight different reasons the A-P is breathin' |
Language I’m speakin' is ancient as Eden |
Where snakes had Eve eatin' Satan’s semen |
A top dollar pharmaceutical block scholar |
Pop my collar like a bionic rottweiler |
Molecules dissolve, I pass through walls |
Solidify on the other side, grab my balls |
I’m the shit, bitch, flip bricks bigger than Egyptians |
Dragged across sand to expand my shipment |
Shapes are shiftin', liftin' more weight than pistons |
Attila the Hun with a gun, keep your distance |
Toss UFO’s at foes like a discus |
The size of Godzilla, dick bigger than bridges |
Wicked as a wizard with a liquid elixir |
Stick to the script, I’m spittin' the unholiest scripture |
And y’all are just now goin' through your thug phase |
While I blast like flash grenades in drug raids |
Try to criticize me, you little rappin'-ass groupie |
Y’all as corny as muthafuckas who clap at the movies |
The Army of the Pharaohs, checks with six zeros |
Try to walk in my shoes and pop your Nike Air soles |
There’s no mercy, so of course the haters |
Will get my autograph on The Torture Papers |