Goretex, Heavy Metal Kings - Egyptian Moses lyrics

He who drink blood from the
Nile hate the taste seen a nun take a demon
Dick straight to the face
Seen my uncle cook crack like
He baking a cake
Matter fact baked brownies with a
Eight of the shake
Russel Simmons signed the Beastie
Boys high on woolas
Rick Rubin was high too when Rick
The Ruler was a shooter
Cuban link cable hanging lower than the table
My goons flip you'll be handing
Over all the paper
Gymnastic flip coke and murder weapons
Savages make your bitch blow
The German shepherd renegades of doom
Supercoven shoot your mother
Gucci jumper Uzi dumper Uzis
Under Stüssy bumpers
Kalashnikovs under camouflage
Grafting of the fluoride
True and living human God, shooter squads
Oracle like a Futura mural
Never taking shorts
Cause Brooklyn's always the borough

Egyptian Moses, 24 karat king tut piece
Fuck the Police Righteousness versus
Lust and deceit
Enough ice to manifest Christ like
Dust in the weed rest in peace Uncle Howie
Rest in peace Sean P

My goons corrupt like carpenter's
Union down to construction
I've entrusted you wrapped in the carpet
Tied with your lungs busted
Five warnings of god protective of vets
Fertilized flesh
Left you with the burgundy vest
Surgeon Koresh
Coroners can't determine your sex
It's soul arrest, no sweat
We bury pussies in war chests
Forty tubes emerge from your neck
You ain't a soldier yet
The P96 got me holding all the Soviets
Tooth and Nail encrypted bones
Where the evil roam i'm sipping vino
Guns and sleeves like the Gambino home
My synagogue invert the priest until
His wig is gone
Incinerated, my hearts winter like
A simple bomb
Artillery like Pakistani TECs with
The hidden charm doctor Giggles
Chemical agents with the kitchen arms
They call me "Pyrex guns"
From reps on the stove
Like Perry King from Riptide throw
Coke on the boats

When I walk into the room
Y'all better switch your demeanor
Or your team getting washed like
A trip to the cleaner
It was love when I put my
First clip in a nina
And my donny flip birds like
He giving the finger
And this ain't nothing lightweight this
Is a code red
This batty man family left him alone dead
How you gonna say that you
Eat when there's no bread
I'm dressed to kill in all
Black like the phone dead
Isaac 14: 21, it's a slaughtering
God made a firmament, astrological origin
A younger God asked me to
Interpret the Quran for him
He told me that the smokeless flame
Of fire had tortured him
Pour some fucking Goose
Get Billie some Bob Marley
Or we gon' pop out in
The dark like surprise parties
Extended clips
They gon' give me like five extra
Make Salat
Beam on the Glock and apply pressure

Egyptian Moses, 24 karat king tut piece
Fuck the Police Righteousness versus
Lust and deceit
Enough ice to manifest Christ like
Dust in the weed rest in peace Uncle Howie
Rest in peace Sean P