Army of the Pharaohs - Visual Camouflage lyrics

I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
When Amen-Ra constructed temples
Of unearthly design
Astrologists who follow us attempt to
Search for a sign now cops bother us
Follow us to search for a 9
Asking Apathy to kill it in
A verse or a rhyme
Is ridiculous - would you ask
The Silver Surfer to shine?
I would murk you, murder you
Turn you burgundy with the burner
Burst you bubble, snuff you
Uppercut you like you had nerve to
Touch a Kurdish virgin in a burqa
Yelling "Derka Derka"
Insert you inside the dirt
Vertical from the inertia
Of falling out a 30 story
Building like a steel worker
Sipping bourbon and burpin', wobbling


Bobbing - it's curtains
Straight to the ground
Hard enough to crack through the crust
I don't care if you black or a cracker
You rappers get crushed
Even as a whippersnapper
No one badder than us cursing and cussing
Flipping cars off from the back of the bus
Pharaohs

Yeah, I got a reason
To slaughter these villians
I kept the diary of all
Of these officer killings
Fuckin' Moranos keep harassing my
Dogs in the village but I got vet that I no
OG's that'll clap on a piglet
I see the fiends
Don't get mine they'll just burn they cells
Grimy niggas that be pissing on
Floors in the jail
Couple family members selling their
Soul for a pill
I felt betrayal in a physical form of a deal
They shoulda kept me on my fuckin' leash
In the backyard with them brawlers
That be crushin' teeth
I never been a Houston Oiler
Just a fuckin' beast
Flushing careers down the toilet
Understand? Capisce

I'm the God of rap, Paz is just evil
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
While I'm speakin'
Vinnie snatch a motherfucker
I'll steal a capresso
Slaughter-cal article Oracle
He gets a vessel why would I ever question
Whether he was successful? Murder rapper
You dirty rapper eatin' the cesspool
I have a hundred motherfuckers that's
Eager to check you
And a bunch of Sicilianos that's
Eager to get you i never felt any remorse
Never seen me regretful
The nine circles of Hell is
For the demon essential
I feel like 'Pac when he
See through the threshold
I'm Bray Wyatt dummy
You ain't too eager to wrestle

Squeeze the pretzel, reason I met you
Was either to wet you or
Breath in your mental
And leave your essentials
The reason I treat 'em like suckas
They fucking suckas B
It's not a feature list
It's names of people that
Can't fuck with me ruptured teeth
Structured beef more than Epic Meal does
Crack your egg with a 40
Watch what Eric Steel does
Kitchen cuisine, position supreme
Sick with the scheme, the victim's your team
I don't need liquor and lean
To make 'em viciously scream
Rather use the muffle
You sell drugs and use drugs
And confuse it with hustle
Them steroids big you up
While abusing your muscle break your circle
Turn around and then use it to cut you

Oh you a UFC fighter? (Word)
Let's see if you could be a Uzi survivor
I'ma shoot on arrival
Get money and rob jewelry (Ya heard)
Let them shots turn your Diddy
Bop to a Funky Watusi
You will contort and have a seizure (Yup)
No barbers here but we'll put
A part in your Caesar
Scan our QR code and see an AR scope
You won't be seen again 'til
We do a Séance show
And my AK though? Got a knife on the tip
For anybody want action
Put a price on the bitch
I pay marketing teams to promote my records
I get paid to promote gun
Violence and talk reckless (what?)
My Saint Bernard keep a
Artillery in his barrel (good boy)
This ain't a magic wand or baton
It's just that Tec with the airholes
I spray that Tec in the AM
Make you Sway In The Morning
And at night it's just
Your family - cryin', prayin' and mourning

Verses ain't biased yo
Eso ain't hired help
You can find Zeus die himself, I'm a hunter
Orion's Belt wrapped around my waist
Lion's pelt wrapped around my face
Seamus Ryan melts tracks, your lord
I don't pop molly or rock Tom Ford
You riding shotty in a hoopty
You in Tom's Ford
I don't listen to that new shit
I'm a psychopathic vinyl addict
Put the needle on a record, let me grab it
Bars are automatic, no casual listeners
Their all fanatics
No actual prisoners - they gotta have it
Like ghetto
I didn't grow up listening to heavy metal
I was on a Rakim diet
But find me in that metal
Mask from Quiet Riot
I incite a riot when I spit bull
Dressed like Pitbull
Walkin' a lab that swears to
God he's a pitbull
Servin' 'em well, you could get touched
I got the reach of Nerlens Noel

Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high
Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high
Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high
Scalp them 'cause tonight them all gon' die