Army of the Pharaohs - Narrow Grave lyrics

Yeah yeah kamachi, Planetary, King Syze

Yo! They love the way I pin a champ
Under a tinted lamp hear my voice
Blast from a vintage amp
I kill the reciters of lies
Get burned by the fire from
The light in my eyes
It's Kamachi, possessed by the pharaoh ways
Underground like where the dead
Bone marrow stays
The spot where you breath is
Where the arrow lays
A sideways death for a narrow grave
My shit hit hard like an Arab raid
We blow up, ain't no need for a barricade
They looking for good luck
Like a barrel of jade they looking
So stuffed when the barrel is sprayed
Since the five perfect exertions
They waited afraid
The devil caught from the tower
On the table is slayed, pussy!
Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up
Banging that cold crush
We send shots through ya vest
And leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up

Hey yo, my vocal duel
Payments hiatus save the local crews
Only the chosen few can ride
With the most explosive crew
But not you, jealous ones they envy us
Cause we spit venomous
Until books remember us
Hell fire embedded in us
Plus sins condemning us
It's just what I write
Ignite cop killers and predators
I be like this
Best believe I can't be ignored
Spitting metaphoric
Until the chosen child is aborted
When my mind's in orbit
Forces knock you out your high horses
Deal with high sources
Until the meal is five courses
The flames is high
When my brain and the train collide
Under much needed change in time
The game is mine
I build strength through the niggas
That be hating me peers but it's the army
Part of me ya'll been waiting for years
From a small block, hip hop, busting my tool
King Syze, dope shit, what can I say, man
It's nothing new

I'm a scientist in the lab
With a violent twist and a gift of gab
Pharaoh tongue that can lash through
Your clique and stab
From the days where you carried screw drivers
In back pockets in case you had
To prove that your crew lava
We was painting on your property
And until this day I still got rookie
Niggas out trying to copy me
Planetary nigga, Q-D original
Smooth criminal, bash your mental
Bruise your physical
There's something about the evilness
Of this track
That makes the heaven's gates close
And the tabernacles crack in fact
It separates all the lies and the facts
It makes you see the light right
Before the sky turns black
It turns boys to men
It turns toy soldiers to generals
Innocent motherfuckers graduate to criminals
It makes you think twice about who you are
It makes you feel like death
Coming every sixteen bars