Army of the Pharaohs - Prisoner (Promo) lyrics

Disturbing the peace
Swerving in Suburbans from beef
Cops lurking
Still searching me for murdering beats
I heard that you sweet
Niggas look like girls when you speak
Crying all the time cause I’m around
The world with my heat the urban thief
Burning every herb have you
Heard on the street
You heard that we deep? nigga we
Like birds in the tree
Dirty my trees for scuffling in
Church with the priest
Pharaoh clique clack the rebirth of MCs
First to squeeze, stomp you on
Your turf if I please
Mercy me, understand the words that I teach
The verse is complete and really
What you’re worth to me
Dinosaur Ds and fitteds with
The purplest peak

You in the big leagues dawg so
You better get more rest
Labels more sheisty and they hit
You with more stress this rap shit got fam
Thinking we more blessed
Freedom from our contracts
Album with more checks i came in this game
Self-centered with big nuts
I watched a lot of big-mouth
Rappers get jigged up
Now we at the round table
Holding our drinks up
Or backstage on tour blowing that stink up
As little kids we was all singing `can it be`
Now with my family drinking under canopies
Reef, A-O, a glimpse on thug fantasy
A fireplace
White gold mantel under our Grammy beats

Definition of nice
It just took me a little time
I talk to the mic
You scream at it like Lil' Jon
These DVD video shoots lying about
When niggas out here is spitting is true
These little niggas claustrophobic scared to
Get in the booth
What you spitting is funny, I’m McScrooge
I be swimming in money
Ask for a war you’re getting it from me
Ask for an L, you ain’t getting it from me
Probably a blunt, is you getting me dummy?
Probably a chump, aw nigga you funny
Probably a dump, all my niggas is
Hungry, now hit em up, moz
On my shit again, black mask, Timberland's
Mac out
Looking for a crack in the crackhouse
Nigga what you stash ‘bout?
Blueprint back route
Fast poor man you fucking fiends
With your ass out
Assed out, you’s a fruitcake nigga
I stab you in the back cause I’m two-faced
Nigga

I am unearthly, I am darkness
The Suns curse me
I let the homicides begin like a young Percy
Anybody competing with me is unworthy
Anyone shooting three at me is
In a Sun`s jersey i was born as a Catholic
But the nuns turned me
I was born as a pacifist
But the guns turned me
I was born to be a beautiful man
But the ugliness is powerful, I do what I can
That’s why I try to drop a jewel on my man
And told him that the block
Is hotter than Jerusalem’s sand
I don’t never have to prove who I am
Cause anybody know me know that
I’m a ruthless man