Army of the Pharaohs - Azrael lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - Azrael lyrics]
If you live by the sword
You’ll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
Plenty of time to answer to
The angel of death
I'm the prince of darkness
Reign over the kingdom of disaster
Rhythm get smashed, fucked
Like the children of a pastor
Nigga, I'm bad luck, I'm misery
I'm your master making you hang it up
Like folks living in Alaska
I'm radiant, summer blinded
By the sun divine Damian
In the front lines of Egypt
With the bloodline of an alien
I'm so defiant
The stone that broke Goliath's dome
Flow tyrant, hold the belt of Orion
I strode with giants the globetrotter
Spit Goldschläger and molt' lava
The old father of flows
There's no one that goes harder
I'm the Al-Qaeda style writer
Death's an inspirator
A life of behind these walls
Get caught in my lines of fire and expire
I'm the devil's pitchfork in the road
I'll torture your soul
Till you sell it for a fortune of gold
The fortunes foretold, we all die
So live life to the fullest
Live by the gun, die by the bullet
By the knife slicing your gullet pharaoh!
Too blind to see the light
I envision blackness
Live by the bloody hatchet
Die from the dusty ratchet
Back from the lake of fire
With my halo broken
They want reality so I give
'em a fatal dosage
Niggas acting real savage
But I barely notice i'm headhunting
So I ain't trying to lose my focus
We the murderers, murderous
Call the coroners
Tell them to stop recording us
No more hope in 'em, box cutter open 'em
This is uncut opium
For you to put your nose up in
Got 'em overdosing, head-swelling
Comatose-ing
Overseas, so I'm posting bodies
Floating in the ocean pharaoh!
Don't be trusting in these rappers
Look how poorly they acting
Only seen guns bust in Civil War reenactments
Yeah, we all took that class
Trip to Harrisburg or Gettysburg
So spare your words before
You get embarrassed, nerd
Waiting for the day I'm catching you
You can have MMA fighters protecting you
Pussy, I'm still wrecking you your idol
The one you wish you could perform like
Drop classic albums
You can't even get one song right
A couple songs tight
But not cause you speaking on 'em
It's cause the beat was banging and
Had dope features on it
It's Reefer on it, you got a rat's spine
A chicken's heart
And a weasel's stomach, what are you?
You little hog you, you fucking pig
I split your wig, so what you on, kid?
Dope or dog food?
This ain't a warning, this a promise, boy
Cause I'm your motherfucking daddy
And I won't raise a mama's boy
Yeah my family hate you, we wildin
I was chilling
But then y'all propagated the problem
Let it wash over you
Let you pray to the lion
If the father disrespect me
The baby is dying
What's gon' happen when the
Inmates raid the asylum?
It ain't one of you motherfuckers
Crazy as I am
Killing you stupid motherfuckers is
Fish in the barrel
High priest of every temple, I am a Pharaoh
Crypt the Warchild the bow, I am the arrow
I get under you skin, Lord, I am the marrow
We could go gun for gun, battle for battle
We could go son for son, mine is a Pharaoh