Army of the Pharaohs - Ninkyo Dantai ( Yakuza ) lyrics

My aura shine, a fourth design a fashionist
On another level, on another masterpiece
You can’t be a true force if you lacking heat
It can’t be a true song if it’s lacking me
Order is a physical reality
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, think anatomy
Actually I am the second
Coming of the Maccabee
It's Saturday Night Live
Y’all part of the casualties
Fractionally I improve power to y’all
I've ripped my heart out and
Moved mountains for y’all
I am God, I am every single fountain to y’all
Y’all censored here’s a flower for y’all

Got an extra clip on my hip
So I can clip a hipster (Blao)
School a schoolteacher
My finger intrigued with the trigger (Aw)
Hit a lick, flip a brick for the right fee


(Yesss) hotel concierge, I swipe keys (Ahh)
Sorry, but I got a fetish for cabbage
Got Obamacare fiends that
Got medicine habit's
My mucus will mutilate (Grr)
My phlegm flies and flattens
You flappin' flailin'
Founders flippin' off my dinner plate
(Oooh)
Grizzly bear appetite, get the fraction right
Pay me more, my negotiation tool be an AT4
(Bam) leave lames in the morgue
Or dead bitch dissection getting
Brain from a whore

You aim, you gotta shoot
The squad be cannon-proof
Whole clique's insane
Spit flames right out the booth
Playing field's locked 'cause the
Army’s back in
Underground king shit, ever since back then

You aim, you gotta shoot
The squad be cannon-proof
Whole clique's insane
Spit flames right out the booth
Playing field's locked 'cause the
Army’s back in
Underground king shit, ever since back then

In death reborn, we disassemble and reform
Shatter the status quo, breakin' the norm
Elevating to a newer height
Getting higher than the gas price
It's Metroid, flip the game with one life
(One LIfe)
Spit shells that'll pierce through any vest
I'm a gamer that's trapped in an NES
I escape when they press reset
This life is too short, I play hard
No regrets i spend hours on a
Console chain smokin' cigarettes
Back before internet (What!?)
In the days of dual tape cassettes
Magnifiers melting all insects

You better run for the hills
Got a tongue full of pills
And a brain full of pain and
A lung full of quills
With the poisonous tip
All your boys will be hit
I’m destroying this shit
I’m steroids when I spit
You would jump into the void
To avoid my clique
I’m paranoid and sick, I'm Perestroika bitch
Here to save what the faggot
Rappers put in the grave
Cassette deck in my chest
I'm harder than Soundwave
The bold and the brave
I would rather be cold in a cave
Hidin' out than be sold like a slave
Name embroiled and engraved on
An old gold blade be afraid we could raid
Foes homes you get slain

You aim, you gotta shoot
The squad be cannon-proof
Whole clique's insane
Spit flames right out the booth
Playing field's locked 'cause the
Army’s back in
Underground king shit, ever since back then

You aim, you gotta shoot
The squad be cannon-proof
Whole clique's insane
Spit flames right out the booth
Playing field's locked 'cause the
Army’s back in
Underground king shit, ever since back then

I accept your surrender yo!

I’m known to behead a competitor
Machete a predator with the pen I black out
- like an Ebony editor
I’ve been deadin' rappers since
Kennedy was a senator
Ryan said 'em with obscenities
My pen's the offender
I'm underhand to a black market
Dismember a rap artist
Sell meth to Damien Hirst
Don't pay me for a verse
Pay me for protection
I’ll mangle them in a session
I'll strangle them with a weapon
I dangle them from a ledge
An orangutan with a TEC and I’m aimin'
It’s my profession
I put ‘em in a box, rectangular dimensions
A coffin so I can bury 'em off in a cemetery
And talk like a barbarian
Cut 'em like a Cesarean

Bonny and Clyde shit with the lady of Pompeii
Paparazzi on me, got me feelin' like Kanye
Shoot past the camera, fly north to Canada
Samurai sword first class for the massacre
Behold the legend
Beheading rappers in seconds
I'm deadin' half of your henchmen
The rest I'm bashin' with weapons
Stop asking the question, the Army coming
Hand grenades invade your party
Dem or Republican
Shovin' faces in ovens - Hear
The bass? It's thumpin'
Outerspace is outlaw, outlining your stomach
Outshinin' the public
Out-rhymin' and hustlin'
You out your damn mind
Doubtin' you can’t fuck with it