Army of the Pharaohs - Burn You Alive lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - Burn You Alive lyrics]
This is the night I’m burning you alive
Right here and no one will
Hear your cries of fear
This is the night where I’m sure
Of your demise in my head
And I will be here to watch you die in fear
Live your life by a prayer, are you there
And do you care? And I don’t care
You either a mark or a killer
Me I’m as sharp as a splinter
As cold and harsh as the winters
In the heart of December
My limericks ain’t hard to remember
But harder to figure
I leave your carcass disfigured
Dismembered then carve out your liver
And vital organs, rigor mortis
Your corpse is niggas hard to record this
I’m thought-provoking with the
Logic of Vulcans
I’m not into sulking but soaking the bitch
I’m at sea with the sharks in the moat
And see if his princess carcass can float
Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts
The same old G in this game homie
Still bringing the pain like
Sugar Shane Mosley
And you will light a candle to say a prayer
And cry in fear but you still
Die and I won’t care
Ain’t nobody dope as me
Unless you find him in the ill AOTP
So let the sinsemil no seeds
Purple hairs blow
Xans in the tuck? for the weirdos
Shake makes a lot so he’s
Letting his beard grow
His father gave his lessons
Over eighty-four years old
You can’t out-slick a fox with his own tricks
The barrel got spit same time
That the chrome kicks your block’s hurting
Niggas hoping to score soon
Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom
Can’t provide a dozen so we
Gonna need more room
Faggots still bugging so they
Gonna need more tombs
The more you sweat in peace time
The less you bleed in war
I’m strapped with the four-pound cocked
At the demon’s door
I ain’t trying to talk it out
It ain’t peace at all
I just pull them four-fours out
When the Reaper call
Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong
I’m hitting harder and smarter than
A Sri Lankan bomb
I’m still using the weaponry that
I copped at Nam
I’m still using telepathy from
The father’s palm
It’s wild hard to explain what I do to rats
The hollow tips will have y’all
Dancing like Scoob and Scrap
Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap
Now you rock an eyepatch like
Ricky the Ruler’s back
It’s hot in the winter, cold in the summer
Nigga the slumber
Overpower the thunder clap
Y’all niggas going under i cover the fort
Hold down the team for sport
We need dope so Nixon get
The fuck out of court yo block
We need the block sewed up and locked
Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot
Paz got the Glock, Planetary don’t stop
And it's nothin to malfunction
Your dungeon to rot i’m something to watch
Sort of like American Idol i’m sheisty
That’s why I never swear on the Bible
I came to heal the sick and raise the dead
Cast out all the demons
And introduce the plague
Right here and no one will
Hear your cries of fear
This is the night where I’m sure
Of your demise in my head
And I will be here to watch you die in fear
Live your life by a prayer, are you there
And do you care? And I don’t care
You either a mark or a killer
Me I’m as sharp as a splinter
As cold and harsh as the winters
In the heart of December
My limericks ain’t hard to remember
But harder to figure
I leave your carcass disfigured
Dismembered then carve out your liver
And vital organs, rigor mortis
Your corpse is niggas hard to record this
I’m thought-provoking with the
Logic of Vulcans
I’m not into sulking but soaking the bitch
I’m at sea with the sharks in the moat
And see if his princess carcass can float
Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts
The same old G in this game homie
Still bringing the pain like
Sugar Shane Mosley
And you will light a candle to say a prayer
And cry in fear but you still
Die and I won’t care
Ain’t nobody dope as me
Unless you find him in the ill AOTP
So let the sinsemil no seeds
Purple hairs blow
Xans in the tuck? for the weirdos
Shake makes a lot so he’s
Letting his beard grow
His father gave his lessons
Over eighty-four years old
You can’t out-slick a fox with his own tricks
The barrel got spit same time
That the chrome kicks your block’s hurting
Niggas hoping to score soon
Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom
Can’t provide a dozen so we
Gonna need more room
Faggots still bugging so they
Gonna need more tombs
The more you sweat in peace time
The less you bleed in war
I’m strapped with the four-pound cocked
At the demon’s door
I ain’t trying to talk it out
It ain’t peace at all
I just pull them four-fours out
When the Reaper call
Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong
I’m hitting harder and smarter than
A Sri Lankan bomb
I’m still using the weaponry that
I copped at Nam
I’m still using telepathy from
The father’s palm
It’s wild hard to explain what I do to rats
The hollow tips will have y’all
Dancing like Scoob and Scrap
Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap
Now you rock an eyepatch like
Ricky the Ruler’s back
It’s hot in the winter, cold in the summer
Nigga the slumber
Overpower the thunder clap
Y’all niggas going under i cover the fort
Hold down the team for sport
We need dope so Nixon get
The fuck out of court yo block
We need the block sewed up and locked
Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot
Paz got the Glock, Planetary don’t stop
And it's nothin to malfunction
Your dungeon to rot i’m something to watch
Sort of like American Idol i’m sheisty
That’s why I never swear on the Bible
I came to heal the sick and raise the dead
Cast out all the demons
And introduce the plague