Army of the Pharaohs - King Among Kings lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - King Among Kings lyrics]
Yeah, uh, The Dark Arts, AOTP
Yeah, feel like the 90's right here
Don't it? Yeah, take 'em back
Yo I'm a pharaoh
My street magic been on deck
I'm the north Philly Imhotep
You ain't been no threat
Look at the walls to my lingual set
And the trim on the gold
Coffin where my demos kept
It's Kamachi, my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead faggots
From the Vatican burned
I don't care unless the murder
Of the Pope is concerned
I'm Violent By Design with the
Scope and the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
I'm in the desert with fatigues
Tryna focus the germ
Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming "What?" to Allah
Y'all tryna play heavenly angels
Get your halos mangled and the
Throat of your savior strangled
Enough to baffle your ears
A little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
Ayo, my flow is pain
I feel nothing, I'm bleeding Novocaine
This is a soldier game, uck 'em, buck 'em
Blow his brain i camel-clutch mics
Put your fucking soul in flames
Take a hold of you and
Scold you with Jehovah's name
We fucking load and aim, ayo Chief Kamach'
Take these rappers and strangle 'em
Until they breathing stops
We talking weed and rocks
Desert E's and Glocks
The only thing that make me
Happier is bleeding cops
I only fuck around with ill rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage
Stealth and all the ill clappers
You only mad cause your flame is dying
I ain't hard to find
You can catch me on the
Grind with Seamus Ryan
Master builder
Rap British Bulldog, boy, ask Matilda
Cats with the steel, young God
The soul-bender with uncontrollable tempers
Leave you dead in your Nikes like
You was Heaven's Gate cult members
Yonder yoyo
The money folder with that funky odor
Don't get it twisted like I'm speaking
With the tongue of Yoda
You stay behind the bushes like
A cop that's under quota i'm saying
"Fuck the Bushes!" like a
Foreign country soldier
Sea's worthy, my family play dirty
We continue to diss
You discontinued like a J-30
(Money wants you killed)
But you better tell cus to rely
On M16's like D12 does
It's the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
We bombard you with ammo
Knocking off your sombrero
So move back, pendejo
You dealing with a lot of these guys
That rock silk suit's with Mafia ties
I'm blazing hot, open my mouth
Flames come out you's a snitch
Open your mouth and names come out
So we gon' pop your top
Off and brains come out
Nigga, I thought you said you
Knew what a gangsta 'bout?
Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet
Leave 'em to dry
I do the work of the devil
I'm a hell of a guy
Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
And have blood squirting out your
Head like Coolio's braids
Doggy, this is how we slaughter heads
Catch you sleeping, stab you so deep
The tip of the blade puncture your waterbed
Cause I'm the type to slice the
Skin on your back off
Come back a week later and
Slice the motherfucking scab off
Yeah, feel like the 90's right here
Don't it? Yeah, take 'em back
Yo I'm a pharaoh
My street magic been on deck
I'm the north Philly Imhotep
You ain't been no threat
Look at the walls to my lingual set
And the trim on the gold
Coffin where my demos kept
It's Kamachi, my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead faggots
From the Vatican burned
I don't care unless the murder
Of the Pope is concerned
I'm Violent By Design with the
Scope and the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
I'm in the desert with fatigues
Tryna focus the germ
Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming "What?" to Allah
Y'all tryna play heavenly angels
Get your halos mangled and the
Throat of your savior strangled
Enough to baffle your ears
A little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
Ayo, my flow is pain
I feel nothing, I'm bleeding Novocaine
This is a soldier game, uck 'em, buck 'em
Blow his brain i camel-clutch mics
Put your fucking soul in flames
Take a hold of you and
Scold you with Jehovah's name
We fucking load and aim, ayo Chief Kamach'
Take these rappers and strangle 'em
Until they breathing stops
We talking weed and rocks
Desert E's and Glocks
The only thing that make me
Happier is bleeding cops
I only fuck around with ill rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage
Stealth and all the ill clappers
You only mad cause your flame is dying
I ain't hard to find
You can catch me on the
Grind with Seamus Ryan
Master builder
Rap British Bulldog, boy, ask Matilda
Cats with the steel, young God
The soul-bender with uncontrollable tempers
Leave you dead in your Nikes like
You was Heaven's Gate cult members
Yonder yoyo
The money folder with that funky odor
Don't get it twisted like I'm speaking
With the tongue of Yoda
You stay behind the bushes like
A cop that's under quota i'm saying
"Fuck the Bushes!" like a
Foreign country soldier
Sea's worthy, my family play dirty
We continue to diss
You discontinued like a J-30
(Money wants you killed)
But you better tell cus to rely
On M16's like D12 does
It's the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
We bombard you with ammo
Knocking off your sombrero
So move back, pendejo
You dealing with a lot of these guys
That rock silk suit's with Mafia ties
I'm blazing hot, open my mouth
Flames come out you's a snitch
Open your mouth and names come out
So we gon' pop your top
Off and brains come out
Nigga, I thought you said you
Knew what a gangsta 'bout?
Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet
Leave 'em to dry
I do the work of the devil
I'm a hell of a guy
Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
And have blood squirting out your
Head like Coolio's braids
Doggy, this is how we slaughter heads
Catch you sleeping, stab you so deep
The tip of the blade puncture your waterbed
Cause I'm the type to slice the
Skin on your back off
Come back a week later and
Slice the motherfucking scab off