Army of the Pharaohs - Blue Steel lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - Blue Steel lyrics]
I am not human flesh
The waist line where the Ruger rests
I take Jesus Christ and rob
Him of his Jewishness
There's nothing anything or anyone
Can do to test i live inside a jungle all I
Need is fruit that's fresh
Can't nobody find me I define elusiveness
I'm in the darkness in the
Dungeon where Medusa's kept
I'll aim a shotty at your body
Shoot it through your chest
And I'll take a second to remind
You of your gruesome death
It ain't a question I don't
Have to prove I'm best
I've been rhymin' since the fuckin
Prime of Ricky Rubin's best
I wouldn't come against the army
That's a losing bet
I'll throw your motherfuckin body off
The roof and jet
I'll throw a left hook it ain't
A fuckin' tooth that's left
Your body bloodier and holier
Than Buddha's breath
I ain't fuckin' around with ya'll
I'm like a dude possessed
We rockin' crowds in
Philadelphia then Bucharest
It's World War and for me
The German Luger's best
I like the way it kick back
And what it do to flesh
Ayo! Jus Allah let em know why you the best
This is closure verse it's over
Cousin you is next
Before you come to bed
Shut the light, turn the shrunken head
Soon enough you'll adjust
Learn to love the dead
The color red, bloodshed
Stuff you dread, cut the thread
What's ahead will be tough to tread
I am unkept, unread, underfed
Unsung, unaccredited, unsaid
Unedited, defective, unaccepted
Don't expect to see
The motherfuckin' unexpected
May as well pave yourself the way to Hell
The spell: pace your self
Rearrange yourselves
May you live to say the story made to tell
Make your faith in prayer great
Enough to break their spell
I'm obsessed with watching deaths
Rotting flesh
I'm refreshed by the process, I relent
Kill the cross-wearers
Kill their Pallbearers
Being soft on terror makes coffin sharers
Smelt a dead mans odor, I ran over
Like a cat at the sound of a can opener
Put you in the land, push a pile of sand over
Give your family no closure, shows over
The waist line where the Ruger rests
I take Jesus Christ and rob
Him of his Jewishness
There's nothing anything or anyone
Can do to test i live inside a jungle all I
Need is fruit that's fresh
Can't nobody find me I define elusiveness
I'm in the darkness in the
Dungeon where Medusa's kept
I'll aim a shotty at your body
Shoot it through your chest
And I'll take a second to remind
You of your gruesome death
It ain't a question I don't
Have to prove I'm best
I've been rhymin' since the fuckin
Prime of Ricky Rubin's best
I wouldn't come against the army
That's a losing bet
I'll throw your motherfuckin body off
The roof and jet
I'll throw a left hook it ain't
A fuckin' tooth that's left
Your body bloodier and holier
Than Buddha's breath
I ain't fuckin' around with ya'll
I'm like a dude possessed
We rockin' crowds in
Philadelphia then Bucharest
It's World War and for me
The German Luger's best
I like the way it kick back
And what it do to flesh
Ayo! Jus Allah let em know why you the best
This is closure verse it's over
Cousin you is next
Before you come to bed
Shut the light, turn the shrunken head
Soon enough you'll adjust
Learn to love the dead
The color red, bloodshed
Stuff you dread, cut the thread
What's ahead will be tough to tread
I am unkept, unread, underfed
Unsung, unaccredited, unsaid
Unedited, defective, unaccepted
Don't expect to see
The motherfuckin' unexpected
May as well pave yourself the way to Hell
The spell: pace your self
Rearrange yourselves
May you live to say the story made to tell
Make your faith in prayer great
Enough to break their spell
I'm obsessed with watching deaths
Rotting flesh
I'm refreshed by the process, I relent
Kill the cross-wearers
Kill their Pallbearers
Being soft on terror makes coffin sharers
Smelt a dead mans odor, I ran over
Like a cat at the sound of a can opener
Put you in the land, push a pile of sand over
Give your family no closure, shows over