Songtext zu 'The Ultimatum' von Army of The Pharaohs

The ultimatum, let's abbreviate em
The ultimatum, let's abbreviate
The ultimatum, let's abbreviate em
The ultimatum, let's abbreviate

The ultimatum ain't debated, ain't the same as when you waiting
For someone to keep their word or the paper from a payment
Ain't negating nothing, I can break their front and take it from them
Wait a month and take the pump and make em want to make up something
Take an up and coming artist or classic figure
If you see me reaching out, it's to smack a nigga
Melanin scheme is telling em squeeze, shell an mc (the breeze?) ease gs
Felony three on melody schemes
They selling them dreams, dmx is nelly to me
Telling them please just leave before I have to swell a person
It's no question like playing the acapella version

Look I said it before, shouldn't say it again
But in case you hard of hearing look you and your mans
Can get it in the worst way, run when killers thirsty
For a lame and his blood, sweep it under the rug
Just like it never happened, we professional fighters
And I ain't talking about scrapping, I'm talking pistol gripping
You know the rest, no need to stress how my niggas live it
Just know we go so hard, forego a lavish living
And since I had my taste can't find nothing that's better
Riding high gripping wood, ass on the softest leather
Are y'all some scary dudes? Man I ain't afraid of you
Murder you, crack a brew and watch it on the news

Get stabbed by the cuts on the qwest beat, respect beef
Marty mcfly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets going through your clothes
My niggas is all large like a jewish nose
Hold my arms and a hookah bowl
Y'all motherfuckers ain't been nice since the eagles won the superbowl
Check your stat books, get your rat hooks
Out my rap books, biting-ass niggas get your snacks took
You in the scrapbook scrap shook
Y'all niggas think beef is what these dudes type on their macbooks
I'll smash your hewlett-packard you fucking doofus rapper
Aotp fuckers it's the newest chapter

Catch me in the street dressed pretty as hell
But when it comes to these raps I get gritty for real
Knock em out the box, syze
I spin your motherfucking head counterclockwise, you niggas is not syze
You full of shit like a pop high labels better cross them ts, dot them is or them shots fly
Pass the master, have to blast you
Choke on the track like please excuse the asthma
Please excuse my french, fuck the spanish
Talking ghetto language the hood can understand it
I wrath of god satan, fuck the apostles
Army of the pharaohs back ready to rock you

Vinnie fucking smash your jaw, it ain't nobody rapping half as raw
I was writing rhymes over loops by stacy lattimore
Guess you wondering what vinnie need all the assassins for
Guess you wondering if I'm a communist or fascist boy
Shoot three at you and push the rock like this was basketball
Chop your body up in little pieces with my plastic saw
Y'all need to overstand the jux is real
I run with ghetto boys and I ain't talking bushwick bill
If looks could kill then y'all would be kaputs for real
We drink your blood and hang your body up on hooks of steel
I push the pills, call me vinnie the psychiatrist
And y'all are gonna have to see defeat like a podiatrist

In the dice game you say I won't place those bets
That's like saying you know the wu, but call that dude ghostface 'deck'
I leave your whole face wet like you got hit with a water balloon
The size of a propane jet
Altercations all took place and no police was involved
If I'm beefing we ain't greeting, I'm deleting you, pa
I keep my weed in a jar and roll it in a philly wrapper
I'm aotp so I roll with philly rappers
And will kill a rapper, don't believe us? Try us
We the illest out believe it I'm not biased
At best you're a rookie
Your show's like a catwoman audition cause we'll see who plays the best pussy

It's the ultra-magnetic like I'm seven foot
Outsmart your art of rhyme though I've never read a book
Off with your head, you shook in the corner shivering
Delivering a dosage of the most potent ritalin
You must be kidding nigga, this ain't no kidding play
More like nwa, fuck you kids gonna say
Ola ola ay, oh god hold my trey pound
You rap clowns sit around in broad day
Broadstreet bully rap, yo qwest you took me back
To the scuffed trees and the champion hoodies in black
I blacked out snap in a packed house
The gat on the jacks out

You can't take the word on the street from a bird on the wire
And you'll never hear the truth in the church of a liar
Real men converse, you prefer to conspire
Give it a year you'll be the first to retire
We don't roll with snakes, we curse a pariah
You're mad at your people over earthly desires
You don't believe it? Just peep the verses
Presidential, we roll deep as secret service

Too many niggas claim they og but most of them won't approach me
Catch me everywhere, my niggas like to play lowkey
I'm mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas
Out of a broken home so they label us hateful niggas
Never take a nation of mills it takes a killer
On medication chasing their pills with haze and liquor
Bad lieutenant in a black whip, black shotty
Dragging a safety net only cause we catch bodies
We act snotty and rap godly and clap loudly
They don't want hardcore cause they fags probably
I don't make shit to make you want to paint a canvas
I spit fatal language only to cause pain and anguish

Don't bring drama to the old-timers
When it calls for a time and you catch alzheimer's
I'll pack a lama, separate the lions from llamas and alpacas if I pow pow at you
I'll need boom bye yeah zoom by clapping you
Wound guys,
Verse so raw I'm trying to tell you I'm salmonella poisoning these boys in the path of the
Lean on the craftmatic paralyzed from ass to your calf
Half
Five and a half hours, dimebags is sour
Get twisted, niggas get high as the comcast tower
Lifted like a dumbbell, inhale, your lungs swell
Whiff of the piff bury the gun smell
Either you run well, the shells stick in you like a thumbtack
Pistol clip you like a thumbnail
Won't get caught for a thumbprint
The lawyer eat the case like roast
Hide your charms, firearms will rip through the bone and the marrow
It's the army of the pharaohs