Vinnie Paz, Army of the Pharaohs - Battle Hymn lyrics

Ha ha haha (Ha ha haha)
Yeah, motherfukers! We back again!
Pharaoh clique motherfucker!
Jus Allah! King Syze! Blacastan! Apathy!
Outerspace! 7L, ES! Vinnie P! Celph Titled!
Yeah, baby!

I travel underground like The Goonies with
A bag full of uzis
Emergin' in a corner store
Where Arabs sell loosies
My banger's on the waist
I never wave it around
But I always chamber a round
When there's strangers around
Set my phaser to kill
My force field is on max never relax
Study the facts and stockpile gats
'Cause the sky's about to bleed
Blood out from the clouds
There's gas mask's in my backpacks


When walkin' through crowds
The post-apocalyptic
Optic fitted with bionic circuitry
Surgically planted perfectly
No way to word it verbally
But extrasensory perception got me detectin'
Any cop or detective
Intercept 'em and stop 'em with weapons

King Syze, Vinnie Paz, we like Animal Hawk
Grammatical master for art
Heavy Metal we smashin' your thoughts
We upper level, you rappers are technicians
Undergraduates I gotta doctorate when
It comes to rippin'
Scientific, I was spawned from
A different species and if uh you beat me
You gon’ fight me every time you see me
(It’s never over) Fuck, Syze is King Cobra
I’m brushin' off my shoulders
Spittin' lethal plus we takin' over
I’m gettin' older so I live
By the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke
Will leave your head open
I I t’s open season on any
Rapper who want to beef with
The Army of the Pharaohs
Yeah man we’ll bring the seasonin'

Don't hit me with the drama
Don't approach me 'bout no BI
'Cause I'm a Pharaoh king
And y'all ain't worthy of a reply
Bodies I have caught decomposin'
On the seaside
Catch me river dancin' through
The bloody waters, knee-high
Mind state is cutthroat
Can't walk around deprived
My team shut it down
Any access will be denied
Crown Royal status Puerto-Ricans
That's how we ride
Nocturnal souls mesmerized by
The streetlights one shot at glory
Game will never give you three tries
For the haters I've murked
They would love to see me die
Acid trippin' vision
Everything look hi-defi'
Drugs, money, liquor
Only things that get me by

Hahaha! yeah!
Raw rap! The hardcore shit! '94 shit!
Shoot the fuckin' place up!

I got a lotta hate, I gotta learn to love
Stop the date but some days I would
Rather murder than populate
Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates
Who knows what the future holds
Gotta watch and wait
I can't function clear
Keep a ton of guns and beer
I never sweat it
I get arrested like once a year
My gun big as two guns
You should cover your ears
Believe half of what you see
And nothin' you hear nobody listens
I got a lot of ground to cover
Bullets go in one ear and out the other
Tuck the weapon in, kick his face in
The blood pool like give him a
Taste of his own medicine

Impeach the president
I’m pullin' out my ray-gun
Chuck D’s greatest line and y'all
Ain’t even thank him
Y'all ain’t on my radar, horrible like Hagar
Mos Eisley flow
Beats bangin' on the space bar
Haters get mad
Start bangin' on the spacebar
Flip over their desk
Gotta take it up with HR
Your bitch give Bad Brains
Like she work for HR
I be where the rays are
You wonder what the weights are
I’m a cannibal
You cats wonder where the plates are
I know that I’m immortal while you
Wonder where the gates are
I Cold Crush your Brother
Like Grandmaster Caz
Paz work with the 45 like Lakim Shabazz

I’m from the East Coast nigga
But I’m still loc'ed out
I grew up inside the crack-house
My moms was smoked out
You know the kid with the bummy kicks
Holes in his jeans
Same shirt, chilling on some bummy shit
Yeah, that was me though
Attracted to the metal like Magneto
Sneakers started talkin' like, ay bandito
Got my own never borrowed or begged for shit
Now it's on 'cause I'm rollin'
With the Pharaohs legit
I'm tired of rappers always
Rhymin' that bullshit
Catch at you at your CD signin'
With a full clip now, how you feel about the
Pharaohs and the Demigodz? (They don't)
That’s what I thought nigga because
We large and in charge

Kings of the motherfuckin' underground!
Y'all don't want it with us!
We punchin' y'all in the fuckin'
Face laughin' at y'all! Hahaha (Ha ha ha)

Keep shooters on staff, move and they blast
(Blah) refugees that came on an inner
Tube with a gat rubix Cuban code name
(Uh) , but you will respect the handle
Spend checks on Windex
So I shine the chrome enamel
I throw hands with the devil
So ain't much to fear after
Bitches cry over me
(Why?) , I'm a top tier rapper
American Idol with a wet wipe
(What) for you Desperate Housewives
Firecracker go off
(bang) from my brick, the whole house white
And I will outright, say that you soft
Out-write your favorite writer that you
Base your style off of (Bitch)
I'll let the Tec blast in ya
If the check cash
Send the shells, give you a turtle-face
Make your back Splinter

With the semi-automatic
Sippin' Henny in the attic
Spittin' heavy with the God
Of the Serengeti blasted (What up?)
Fasted, ‘till I downloaded the attachment
The hunger came back
And I’m eatin' like a savage
Walking through the labyrinth
Imaginin' it’s Nazareth
Throwin' more stones at the throne
Lone catalyst
Puff puff pass it, that ain't ever been me
Only had the urge to annihilate the emcee
Used to ride the ten-speed and
Copped the top ten sneaks
Never thought I’d be in
Budapest counting 10 Gs (shit)
But it all makes sense to me
Pharaoh Clique sick man we thick
More than ten feet

If I ain’t heard of y'all rappers
Then you gotta be soft
That’s the reason why I talk
About the bodies I caught
Bodies in North new Haven down to New York
If it’s a fight that's put in front of me
It’s gotta be fought
They got me in court for carryin'
The burner on the waist
My lawyer is an animal
He murderin' the case
Boombox hardbody murderin' the tape
I'll take your fuckin' heart like
A burglar on a date
I’m magic with the four-fifth
Perfect with the eight
I lavish with the lyricals
Superlatives is great
Mash a muh'fucker out, tourniquet his face
Jheri head rappers ain’t assertive
As the great, yeah!

Kings of the motherfuckin' underground!
Y'all understand that?
Y'all don't want it with us!

Hardbody shit! Official Pistol!
A-O T-P! It's the God of the Serengeti!
I'm the God of the Seven Deadly!
Ha ha haha! (Ha ha haha)

Hardbody rap! Tons of guns!
Sucker rapper! Ha ha haha! (Ha ha haha)