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