Army Of The Pharaons - Battle Cry (feat. Apathy, King Syze, Crypt The Warchild, Des Devious, Esoteric, Chief Kamachi, Celph Titled, Planetary & Vinnie Paz) | Текст песни
[Verse 1: Apathy] I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4 But the IV that leads to the funeral floor Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvics Speeds through space and cracks blast astronaut helmets Face it, muthafucka I could pay to get rid of you I got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals A new tyrannical force for you to fear Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs A shape shifter, face slitter, paper getter Take your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facin' us, block off a 30-block radius I throw more blows than boxin' Dr. Octavius
[Verse 2: King Syze] Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister Niggas know better, no one's letter is better than mine Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high Plus I testify, it's best you die Than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies Down Syze, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clockin' in and out of rap, have y'all fiendin' for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth Non-believin', make me steamin', make you meetin' the earth
[Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild] Aiyyo it's my world, and I wont stop And if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, and fade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god I'ma pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts I'm a box up your frame and play the same card And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars Pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all
[Vinnie Paz] Yeah! Raw muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety-four shit! Shoot the fuckin' place up! Yeah!
[Verse 4: Des Devious] AOTP, blast through your army fatigues Damage your team, competition done it with ease Gun in my sleeve cause nowadays, homicide is my steez Collectin' my cream, I'm livin' your dream and peepin' your scheme Put you on lean from right hooks, pausin' your jux You fake crooks need to hit them books Learn the rules of the game Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain You gettin' drenched in that November rain We the opposite of that wack shit Trash man of clap rappin', you die tragic Five six professional assassins Rockin' these mics and reppin' my fam' with passion Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/army_of_the_pharaohs/battle_cry.html ] [Verse 5: Esoteric] Tell your man and your parents we be demandin' ten grand an appearance At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics We be like Manny Ramirez, comes out at fall With the radical, magical, and emphatical I'ma battle 'till I shatter your clavicle Call me admiral, raisin' the temp of the room I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons Your petty men are buffoons We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics Tupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' Rise from hell with dope lyrics Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck