Army of the Pharaohs - Sword and Bullet lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - Sword and Bullet lyrics]
I can’t let my guard down
All around these losers
Been drunk of the Sake
Purple Haze and hookahs
Gone for a second so you better get used to
The illest nigga
Keep codeine up in this juice cup
This beat banging so I’m right in my lane?
I'm from the same streets where
Broke niggas fight over change it's obvious
(What?) Y'all show the Pharaohs respect
You see niggas getting handled
Than you're probably next
This is for my now wild niggas
Send a copy to Flex
But Philly been getting it in
Since they popping cassettes
It's a drama theme, MC's just don’t get it
Till you pistol whip a nigga
Right out of existence
So hurry hurry you're the next contestant
Giving niggas the real me
Without the aggression
Gotta finesse it, the game loves when we spit
Like a pussy whip nigga when
He cuffing his bitch (whoa)
Pussies better run
I'mma keep the story short
Cause the plot heavy
I’m Lee Malvo riding dirty in a box Chevy
Pop crown, pop Henny, pop clowns, pop steady
Calm deadly, palms sweaty
Every time I count fetti
We're coming for blood, money power respect
Pharaoh's general so I devour rejects
Got these chickens turned out
Never been turnt up i don’t do things twice
Mistakes gotta learn from
Air these niggas out, rappers are a danger
Feeling resurrected
Bloody jumping out the manger
Zero tolerance, start fucking up these haters
If I don’t see you now
Pussy I'mma see you later
AOTP we back nigga
Nigga I don’t even like to rap (NO)
I like to snap grab the mic and
Wrap the cord around your neck
The shit will burn you like a lighting match
I meet a bitch and leave a bitch
Really I don’t need a bitch
It's cold outside
It's common sense to let your heaters spit
Ironically I’m rational cause all of
My music is past classical
My classical music is not national
I’m somewhere out on Mars with it
Car tinted, arsenic
Burn you till you dark skinned
I'm hard headed but marketed
Retarded with this artist shit
You starting shit I'm past the finish line
My mind is on some other
Shit like a horror flick
Calling through to your fraud or
Groupie or broad with dookie
Coming out the mouth when I see 'em
It's gon' be Call Of Duty
Keep staring, you gon' be blind soon
After tearing your eyes out
I'm terrorizing your iTunes
Bulletproof rap, I supply goons
This a bottle of you gon' die soon, nigga
How many bodies have I
Passed through? Possibly five
Before we ascend to the one
Of the posthumous lives
After all the blood gone, the commodity dies
Why Vinnie ill? That's just geography, Pa
The ape man, the space man, the Carl Sagan
With the knowledge of
An intellectualized pagan
I've got shooters from Richmond
Island to Moore Haven the perfection is the
Accomplishment of starvation
You can't be a general
Without having soldiers
That's the perfection of rhythm
It's a magnum opus
Talent doesn't mean anything if
You lacking focus that's why most of you
Motherfuckers is rather hopeless
All around these losers
Been drunk of the Sake
Purple Haze and hookahs
Gone for a second so you better get used to
The illest nigga
Keep codeine up in this juice cup
This beat banging so I’m right in my lane?
I'm from the same streets where
Broke niggas fight over change it's obvious
(What?) Y'all show the Pharaohs respect
You see niggas getting handled
Than you're probably next
This is for my now wild niggas
Send a copy to Flex
But Philly been getting it in
Since they popping cassettes
It's a drama theme, MC's just don’t get it
Till you pistol whip a nigga
Right out of existence
So hurry hurry you're the next contestant
Giving niggas the real me
Without the aggression
Gotta finesse it, the game loves when we spit
Like a pussy whip nigga when
He cuffing his bitch (whoa)
Pussies better run
I'mma keep the story short
Cause the plot heavy
I’m Lee Malvo riding dirty in a box Chevy
Pop crown, pop Henny, pop clowns, pop steady
Calm deadly, palms sweaty
Every time I count fetti
We're coming for blood, money power respect
Pharaoh's general so I devour rejects
Got these chickens turned out
Never been turnt up i don’t do things twice
Mistakes gotta learn from
Air these niggas out, rappers are a danger
Feeling resurrected
Bloody jumping out the manger
Zero tolerance, start fucking up these haters
If I don’t see you now
Pussy I'mma see you later
AOTP we back nigga
Nigga I don’t even like to rap (NO)
I like to snap grab the mic and
Wrap the cord around your neck
The shit will burn you like a lighting match
I meet a bitch and leave a bitch
Really I don’t need a bitch
It's cold outside
It's common sense to let your heaters spit
Ironically I’m rational cause all of
My music is past classical
My classical music is not national
I’m somewhere out on Mars with it
Car tinted, arsenic
Burn you till you dark skinned
I'm hard headed but marketed
Retarded with this artist shit
You starting shit I'm past the finish line
My mind is on some other
Shit like a horror flick
Calling through to your fraud or
Groupie or broad with dookie
Coming out the mouth when I see 'em
It's gon' be Call Of Duty
Keep staring, you gon' be blind soon
After tearing your eyes out
I'm terrorizing your iTunes
Bulletproof rap, I supply goons
This a bottle of you gon' die soon, nigga
How many bodies have I
Passed through? Possibly five
Before we ascend to the one
Of the posthumous lives
After all the blood gone, the commodity dies
Why Vinnie ill? That's just geography, Pa
The ape man, the space man, the Carl Sagan
With the knowledge of
An intellectualized pagan
I've got shooters from Richmond
Island to Moore Haven the perfection is the
Accomplishment of starvation
You can't be a general
Without having soldiers
That's the perfection of rhythm
It's a magnum opus
Talent doesn't mean anything if
You lacking focus that's why most of you
Motherfuckers is rather hopeless