Army of the Pharaohs - Pages in Blood lyrics

Brap brap! Ha ha haha!
Kamach! Section 8 Egyptians!
What up couso? Demoz, Demoz!
Louie Dogs! Ha ha haha!
Yeah! Genocide General
Yo, everything I see is fucking dead
Bullets everywhere, fucking red
I need the meat to be complete
Give me the fucking bread
We smoke to get high
Shoot guns dust and lead struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet with me
That's where the nine hides
Italian motherfucker come from
Where wine thrives
We from Philly we was trapped in the dirt
Where the young bols clap at you


Then clap at your earth
Yeah, so I suggest that you
Should clap at them first
Cause here in Philly we got shit that
Make the back of you burst!

Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess being broke is the
Root of all peaceful people
Please be patient
Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess being broke is the
Root of all peaceful people
Please be patient

Nigga' you goin' end up dead or dead broke
You goin' end up in the
Trunk with your head poke
Tie yo' ass up with your
Son to them bed posts beat you in the head
Then be out like the Red Ghost
Ain't no fucking line in my
Rap you can dare quote
Fuck a bear hug I'll put
The game in a bear-choke
Bear-choke nigga's out my way they forfeit
Whores get, dick in they mouth like Orbit
Or Juicy Fruit
Fuck a nigga let the uzi shoot you
You want to get high? i'll
Give you Lucy Juice (Fuck that, nigga)
Fuck with the squad? I'll
Turn your hooptie coupe
You bout to get signed? Big deal whoop di doo
Moz, slash Pharaoh true to the skill
Don't greet me
Say hello to the funeral bill
Alot of nigga's play stupid and silly
But know what they do
When they get a little money
And move out of Philly, you know?

Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess being broke is the
Root of all peaceful people
Please be patient
Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess being broke is the
Root of all peaceful people
Please be patient

Yo, yo, yo this preacher boy trying to tell
Me my mission on Earth
Walk up in the episcopal church
Pistol berserk even the Devil say Chief is
A sick little jerk
Underground buzz like dirt bees
That gristle the dirt
Dear Father, I hate them fag fuckers
Smoking dirty weed with cups of
OE at the last supper
Got Mary table dancing
Holy Ghost trying fuck he (Fuckin' heathen)
A hustler from Nazareth, I ain't no sucker
Might be crazy, a little out of my mind
To the tingling of the serpent
That's riding my spine
That aspire me to climb up the fiery vine
Out of the devilish pit where
The rebellious once sit
After inhaling one spliff
I zone to the sixes
Big boy Beelzebub, cracked them crucifix's
K-A-M-A-C-H-I, messiah in his riches
AOTP, I never liked you bitches!

Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess being broke is the
Root of all peaceful people
Please be patient
Man, they say your right hand man
Ain't your right hand man
Till your right hand filled with
Money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil
I guess being broke is the
Root of all peaceful people
Please be patient