Army of the Pharaohs - The Torture Papers lyrics
[Army of the Pharaohs - The Torture Papers lyrics]
Yeah, muthafuckas! AotP in the building!
Pazmanian Devil! Celph Titled!
Planetary, OS! Apathy!
What's the deal, baby?
We mobbin' on you muthafuckas!
Yeah if there's one thing for certain
Celph Titled's a serpent
Put on this earth on purpose
To change the ocean's current
Into tidal waves and lava
Secret government labs in Nevada
Found fragments of my sentence
And died instant
From an infant to an emperor
Dead Sea Scrolls mixed with gangsta shit
My literature annihilate entire societies
Nothin' left to salvage
Next mornin', loungin' on a
Tropic beach, gettin' drunk
Talkin' about it we might move in silence
Not revealin' our plot
No alcohol in your system
But you'll be feelin' the shots
So many pistols, I'm the 45 King
Yes the Pharaohs is the new Flavor Unit
It's a fortified thing
And it's "A" cause we animals
"O" cause we ominous
"T" cause we tyrants and
"P" cause we're prominent
On all continents
Our contents incite mosh pit's
Products of our environment
We Designed to be Violent
And the Hologram showed you that
The prophecy was golden the Torture Papers
Hands catch on fire when they hold it
The game's changed
Now there's more than 5 Perfect Exerters
Hang my portrait on the wall and
You can frame me for murder
I'm a arson
Y'all live y'all lives in coffins
I can hear y'all hatin'
(The walls are thin)
Apathetic, call the paramedics
We had to set it it's a war of words
They got lost inside the sentence
I'm diggin' graves
Put the switch to my blade
Shank a nigga just for lookin' at me
Get up on stage
When I say "Throw your hands
Up" better keep 'em up
Cause niggas is creepin' up with heaters up
And nigga, you soft
I'll take you to lunch and feed you a corpse
Wash it down with OE, see nigga, I boss
Celph bring guns and smoke
I bring rum and the coke love my wife
That's why I never had no love for a ho
What, you don't know? I spit
It with a propane flow
Cocaine-to-the nose rap
That's why Plan' about to blow
So let's go, take a walk with a menace
Alcoholic nigga
Showin' 40's love like tennis
I'm the product of angels and demons
Cocaine and weedin'
Eight different reasons the A-P is breathin'
Language I'm speakin' is ancient as Eden
Where snakes had Eve eatin' Satan's semen
A top dollar pharmaceutical block scholar
Pop my collar like a bionic rottweiler
Molecules dissolve, I pass through walls
Solidify on the other side, grab my balls
I'm the shit, bitch
Flip bricks bigger than Egyptians
Dragged across sand to expand my shipment
Shapes are shiftin'
Liftin' more weight than pistons
Attila the Hun with a gun, keep your distance
Toss UFO's at foes like a discus
The size of Godzilla
Dick bigger than bridges
Wicked as a wizard with a liquid elixir
Stick to the script
I'm spittin' the unholiest scripture
And y'all are just now goin'
Through your thug phase
While I blast like flash
Grenades in drug raids try to criticize me
You little rappin'-ass groupie
Y'all as corny as muthafuckas who
Clap at the movies the Army of the Pharaohs
Checks with six zeros
Try to walk in my shoes and
Pop your Nike Air soles
There's no mercy, so of course the haters
Will get my autograph on The Torture Papers
Pazmanian Devil! Celph Titled!
Planetary, OS! Apathy!
What's the deal, baby?
We mobbin' on you muthafuckas!
Yeah if there's one thing for certain
Celph Titled's a serpent
Put on this earth on purpose
To change the ocean's current
Into tidal waves and lava
Secret government labs in Nevada
Found fragments of my sentence
And died instant
From an infant to an emperor
Dead Sea Scrolls mixed with gangsta shit
My literature annihilate entire societies
Nothin' left to salvage
Next mornin', loungin' on a
Tropic beach, gettin' drunk
Talkin' about it we might move in silence
Not revealin' our plot
No alcohol in your system
But you'll be feelin' the shots
So many pistols, I'm the 45 King
Yes the Pharaohs is the new Flavor Unit
It's a fortified thing
And it's "A" cause we animals
"O" cause we ominous
"T" cause we tyrants and
"P" cause we're prominent
On all continents
Our contents incite mosh pit's
Products of our environment
We Designed to be Violent
And the Hologram showed you that
The prophecy was golden the Torture Papers
Hands catch on fire when they hold it
The game's changed
Now there's more than 5 Perfect Exerters
Hang my portrait on the wall and
You can frame me for murder
I'm a arson
Y'all live y'all lives in coffins
I can hear y'all hatin'
(The walls are thin)
Apathetic, call the paramedics
We had to set it it's a war of words
They got lost inside the sentence
I'm diggin' graves
Put the switch to my blade
Shank a nigga just for lookin' at me
Get up on stage
When I say "Throw your hands
Up" better keep 'em up
Cause niggas is creepin' up with heaters up
And nigga, you soft
I'll take you to lunch and feed you a corpse
Wash it down with OE, see nigga, I boss
Celph bring guns and smoke
I bring rum and the coke love my wife
That's why I never had no love for a ho
What, you don't know? I spit
It with a propane flow
Cocaine-to-the nose rap
That's why Plan' about to blow
So let's go, take a walk with a menace
Alcoholic nigga
Showin' 40's love like tennis
I'm the product of angels and demons
Cocaine and weedin'
Eight different reasons the A-P is breathin'
Language I'm speakin' is ancient as Eden
Where snakes had Eve eatin' Satan's semen
A top dollar pharmaceutical block scholar
Pop my collar like a bionic rottweiler
Molecules dissolve, I pass through walls
Solidify on the other side, grab my balls
I'm the shit, bitch
Flip bricks bigger than Egyptians
Dragged across sand to expand my shipment
Shapes are shiftin'
Liftin' more weight than pistons
Attila the Hun with a gun, keep your distance
Toss UFO's at foes like a discus
The size of Godzilla
Dick bigger than bridges
Wicked as a wizard with a liquid elixir
Stick to the script
I'm spittin' the unholiest scripture
And y'all are just now goin'
Through your thug phase
While I blast like flash
Grenades in drug raids try to criticize me
You little rappin'-ass groupie
Y'all as corny as muthafuckas who
Clap at the movies the Army of the Pharaohs
Checks with six zeros
Try to walk in my shoes and
Pop your Nike Air soles
There's no mercy, so of course the haters
Will get my autograph on The Torture Papers