Songtext zu 'Curse Of The Pharaohs' von Army of The Pharaohs

I got no time for extra shit
I'm like a bad film editor with extra clips
You never shit where you eat unless you extra bitch
You'll never get no relief like you next to pitch
I'm on the throne all alone where the devil sit
Son of the wise mentalism
Laugh at the unbeliever you malevolent
He's only half as nice sacrifice a sinner man
Praise me the God he define logical
Put me at the foul line take two shots at you
Death life, life death so horrible
Let this motherfucking bulldog bark at you

Jubala, jubalo jubalum
I'm a giant on this earth fee fi fo fum
Cerebellum overloader make your brain stem numb
Super fans make their bitch wanna swallow my cum
You can't clash with a pharaoh there's nowhere to run
As quick as I get the clip and it go in the gun
Everything is slow motion blood go in your lungs
Ridiculous as icarus flying close to the sun

I'm a supernova nobody escapes my gravity
Graffiti on the moon spelling out the name apathy
Undisputed king of the milky way galaxy
I'd eat your whole squad but I got a wackness allergy
Tyrannical, oversized cannibal
I'm the son of samuel, murder without the manual
The tomb of king tut pimp sluts rip guts
From opponents while I'm drinking their blood from my pimp cup

Pharaoh clique
We bust ya shit
You know it's no holds barred
When the bars we spit
It goes: What-what?
It goes: What-what? (pharaohs!)
Aotp get your wig split!

Times change, but my mind-frame just loves war
Ted danson from cheers, I'm above norm
I exploit performers that's wack
Record raps on my phone's voice recorder app
Call me the hunchback, for keeping my city on my spine
Cause I've been making tracks since ahab called k9
Get your bitch far more wet

When I get paid, it's a fuckin' party with a giant cardboard check
The army is a hardcore set
Paper before pussy, these haters is all rookies
I give 'em bowling ball nookies
No warning shots mister
I empty ammo crates 'til my palms got blisters

Ayo pharaoh death blow, the violent tempo
The soul get to me like the pirates rip throat
Fan of willie stargell, I kill these bars well
Lift 'em like a barbell, you sound like marcel duchamp
When you rhyme I'm heartfelt
Design, my heart sails
De lima cartel, is five times bigger

The czar melts your mind
I spit like a.9
Is that fast? I don't even know
I typically use a ee-3 carbine rifle that boba fett shoot
Execute rappers underwater, tie a wire to their wetsuit
Barracudas eat 'em, we don't need 'em
We beat 'em, then we bleed 'em out
Trash 'em and delete 'em

Taste the beast, I'm a motherfuckin' minotaur
Get your hot flash like an old broad with menopause
Aotp clique, those been my dogs
You don't believe in me? You can't believe there is a God
You must be an atheist
They don't ever try and test me, I must be the craziest
You ain't make a move yet? You must be the laziest
Your team is shook, and I bet you the shakiest

I split your head to the white meat
The gun's roar is so fuckin' loud, you'd think that it was bike week
I'm from philly, where the cost of life cheap
50 Bones get you gone by ricans down pike street
I'm not a blog creation, I'm not a hype beast
I am the embodiment of dope rhymes and a right beat
I am the result of scarface and ice-t
Tan trees, white tees, my niggas think just like me
I'm tight shit
Aotp raw rap forever!