Army of the Pharaohs - Conversation with a Bullet lyrics

My first time outta the gate
We back on that Pharaoh shit
Zilla in the mix with a deadly
Pause in his arrow tip rock spots
Wielding machete murder it nonstop
On my block
Niggas will squeeze bleeding your snot box
(Raw) definition we definitely the missing
Link, hand me the keys of the
Rocket we on the brink
And blast off it's fight music
I'm like Ike Quartey in his prime
Critics don't rhyme, I let the hype prove it
Fuck your deal in the ass
I came to hurt 'em and crash
300 soldiers commandeered by Paz
A million listeners supported my camp
Who would've thought the boy from Texas
Could massacre on verbal command
I'm the reason you rewriting your verse kid
You're better off with metal in your


Mouth going out like Kurt did
AOTP the mahfucking truth
I'm a monster truck rolling over your Coupe
Let's go!

While you was arguing who was getting
The top of the bunk
I was arguing about who getting
The Glock or the pump
Can train paratrooper maneuvers
Watch me swoop in
And have these bitches dribbling my
Balls like Sheryl Swoope's friends
(Oh yeah we balling mayne)
But that's only the start
I play the Master P role
You play Lil' Romeo's part (aww)
I'm a leader not a follower
Gasoline I be gargling
Ready to spit it out in front of
A flame and make some carcasses
You shopping in bargain bins
I'm outside parking my Benz
Grenade man, much more than a marketing trend
(i am)
And if I could I'd shoot napalm bullets
Atomic hollow points before the military
Even got the joints (what?)
Some futuristic shit
Sniper rifles with pistol grips
Heat seeking 50 cals with
Rocket guiding missile tips (damn)
I'm trying not to scare my neighbor off
So if they see blood I try to
Play it off like it's tomato sauce

We the hardest rap niggas in the game
Never catch a Pharaoh trying to
Go against the grain
Dogs with no muzzle that'll
Tussle for the chain
Strapped up with shovels now
To bury the remains

Nothing better than a headbanger
Banging off the monitors
Kilogram of coke getting
Smuggled four kilometers
The walls are caving in on niggas
Pressure getting powerful
See you at your funeral
Now who am I giving flowers to?
This is murder rap, up in a grenade launcher
Everything's a death threat
Rugged like a Bing monster
Lock me up you could throw away the key
I'm behind every bar like a stowaway from me
Man I'm pouring lighter fluid in the
Booth to turn the flames up
Working extra hard
Young niggas fucked the game up
Snap back (backpack) , nigga we done did that
Kids napping on me only
Getting niggas kidnapped
Got the game gift wrapped
Money looking mummy tight
Doug E fresh nigga
You'd a teach me how to Dougie tight
Type of dudes start straight
Snitching to the po-nine
Po-nine mad at me, I'm sitting on a goldmine

Yeah i fuck with Marx like the Bolsheviks
Eat a mahfucker heart
Cross it off the grocery list
Being close to godliness is
Being close to loneliness
Like being close to Communist is
Being close to Socialist
It's a cemetery reign, this is frozen mist
I swim and I don't get wet, I am oceanless
Straight right
Left hook y'all are motionless
How is you gon' make
Magic when you potionless?
Feeding multiple motherfuckers like
Loaves of fish gun cannon assembly from
Terrordrome broken clips
I just wrote so many rhymes
I got a broken wrist
You ain't worth the left hook
Stupid here's an open fist