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(Verse 1: Celph Titled) |
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Army of the Pharaohs, Celph Titled, Let's do this, whuh? whuh? yeah, yo |
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Well if 50 got shot nine times and ain't die, |
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I'ma shoot your ass fifty times with 99 nines, |
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Throw knives, daggers and darts, ya'll just faggots at heart, |
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You can try to run home boy I throw javelins far , |
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This is the Army but we don't rock camouflage, |
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We'll dress you up in a suit made out of bandage gauze. |
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Barnes and Noble rappers, |
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Yeah you far from crooks, |
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You was charging books at the same time my charge was booked. |
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Give me a harder look and I'll slaughter all of ya'll, |
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No hands and no feet you lucky to be crawlin' off. |
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Your next birthday call it off, (why?) |
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Cuz I got party favours with an open bar servin' Molotovs. |
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Some say I'm gangsta rap, others say I'm horror core, |
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I say I'm Suge Knight at the '95 Source Awards. |
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We swingin' swords for sure, |
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You better gather yourself after my verse fuckface that's what the chorus for. |
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(Verse 2: Demoz) |
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Demoz, Demoz, Demoz, |
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It's the Army of the Pharaohs. |
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I done fed junkies, the Feds want me, it's the Costa Rican Ted Bundy. |
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Desert Eagle on my waist, fuck some red monkeys, |
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Touch my commissary hungry yous a dead bunky. |
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You get buried in dirt, I'll McFlurry your earth, |
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I'll let off like January the 1st. |
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Leave 'em lit like the 4th of July you either forfeit of die |
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Knife in your throat with a fork in your eye. |
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Me and Vinnie spit amity rap, |
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I bring life to the game, I'm 16 like a battery pack. |
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Get your whole fucking cavity cracked, |
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Get your family clapped, I shotgun your whole family splat. |
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that's your fucking son face on the wall |
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You got Satan involved look I ain't got no patience at all. |
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Retaliation is the key to compete, so when you see me don't reach, |
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get low like you're cleaning your sneaks... motherfucker. |
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(Vinnie Paz) |
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Yea, Paz! Yuh, Yo. |
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I'm the resurrection of Leather face, |
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I aim the shotty at his head and waist, |
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Then wrap his body up in plastic leave him dead in lakes. |
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I told you rappers Vinnie Paz is worse than seven snakes, |
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I'm a statue spittin' venom at you at the heavens gates. |
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It's black magic when I'm rapping' I can levitate, |
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Murk your whole entire rapping faction cousin set a date. |
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It's the only word describing Pazienza devastate. |
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I'm clappin' now while asking questions later I don't hesitate. |
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I'm not concerned with human lives so you can vegetate, |
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How many pounds of pressure does it take for human legs to break? |
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My blood lust is never quenched it's like an endless chase. |
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I'll show you the mathematics of God and quickly end your faith. |
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Celph where the Desert Eagle cousin shred his face, |
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Show them the type of carnage that bullets in the head creates. |
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We the reason that rappers never enter several states, |
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And the reason that Darwin separated men from apes. |
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