Army of the Pharaohs - Silence & I lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - Silence & I lyrics]
Two of a kind silence and I
We'll find a way to work it out
Yo I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know
And me defeated isn't frequent
Like Nazareth snow
Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow
Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know
That I ain't scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election another injustice
I'mma execute 'em
Land of the free, home of the bravest
Who you think the victim who you
Think the fuckin' slave is
People on the grind working for minimum wages
Working nine to nine and
Seein' the minimum paper
Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare
And the lack of a
Proper universal health care
They don't know about the common man
They care about distracting you and
Hope that Israel'll bomb Iran
I got a bomb in hand
And it's for George Walker
Meet ya maker motherfucka meet ya lost father
It's gangsta how we rock while you watch
Attracted to our style
This is how we get down
With big jewlery and big guns
We get busy, it gets grizzly
This is concrete rap Q-Dimension
Pavin' the way
It's a sacred day waiting for
My patience to pay
I'm a horse that grazin' the
Haters sayin' all that
I'm the evil that's born when
Someone good passes away
I'm both good and foul things
The love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right, left, life, death
The stress of the trial brings
The best of the wild kings that's us
This is smoked out rap get high angel dust
Roll with niggas that be payin the dues
Playas that don't give a fuck if they lose
Live they whole life drainin' booze
Doc already told me is it rap or smoke
Is it bars of death for life
Or a hole in my throat
Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' shit
This that next shit Syzemology
The new testament
Do this for my niggas Kong and the fam
Yo I do this for them haters
Sayin' my songs don't bang
If this industry's a movie
I'm the starring actor
You're an assistant for the intern
Of the back-up gaffer
But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet
Backstage with four whores on all fours
And that's on all tours
How more can I spit a
Punchline and an ill statement
And keep your attention span on
My records for entertainment
No explainin' it, you do the math
I did the math teacher
Miss Anita spread wide under
The gymnasium bleachers
Fucker, don't matter which herbs speak
Cause we got pistols with barrels
Longer than Big Bird's beak
Plus the creamy white powder yeah
We sellin' the milk D
My audio be too raw for children
It's filthy
I never leave the crib without a
Pack of now and laters
I pack now and blap later
And ain't a player you
Can find rollin' down
The strip with hundred rounds in clips
Packin' macks in the back of the
Ac on some Big Pun shit
When you hear the click ya
Click run quick dick
Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's
The pistol whip
Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect
An inconspicuous spic with kitchen mittens
When I'm slittin ya neck
We'll find a way to work it out
Yo I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know
And me defeated isn't frequent
Like Nazareth snow
Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow
Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know
That I ain't scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election another injustice
I'mma execute 'em
Land of the free, home of the bravest
Who you think the victim who you
Think the fuckin' slave is
People on the grind working for minimum wages
Working nine to nine and
Seein' the minimum paper
Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare
And the lack of a
Proper universal health care
They don't know about the common man
They care about distracting you and
Hope that Israel'll bomb Iran
I got a bomb in hand
And it's for George Walker
Meet ya maker motherfucka meet ya lost father
It's gangsta how we rock while you watch
Attracted to our style
This is how we get down
With big jewlery and big guns
We get busy, it gets grizzly
This is concrete rap Q-Dimension
Pavin' the way
It's a sacred day waiting for
My patience to pay
I'm a horse that grazin' the
Haters sayin' all that
I'm the evil that's born when
Someone good passes away
I'm both good and foul things
The love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right, left, life, death
The stress of the trial brings
The best of the wild kings that's us
This is smoked out rap get high angel dust
Roll with niggas that be payin the dues
Playas that don't give a fuck if they lose
Live they whole life drainin' booze
Doc already told me is it rap or smoke
Is it bars of death for life
Or a hole in my throat
Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' shit
This that next shit Syzemology
The new testament
Do this for my niggas Kong and the fam
Yo I do this for them haters
Sayin' my songs don't bang
If this industry's a movie
I'm the starring actor
You're an assistant for the intern
Of the back-up gaffer
But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet
Backstage with four whores on all fours
And that's on all tours
How more can I spit a
Punchline and an ill statement
And keep your attention span on
My records for entertainment
No explainin' it, you do the math
I did the math teacher
Miss Anita spread wide under
The gymnasium bleachers
Fucker, don't matter which herbs speak
Cause we got pistols with barrels
Longer than Big Bird's beak
Plus the creamy white powder yeah
We sellin' the milk D
My audio be too raw for children
It's filthy
I never leave the crib without a
Pack of now and laters
I pack now and blap later
And ain't a player you
Can find rollin' down
The strip with hundred rounds in clips
Packin' macks in the back of the
Ac on some Big Pun shit
When you hear the click ya
Click run quick dick
Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's
The pistol whip
Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect
An inconspicuous spic with kitchen mittens
When I'm slittin ya neck