King Among Kings
Title | King Among Kings |
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Artist | Army of the Pharaohs |
Album | The Torture Papers |
Release Date | 2006-03-21 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Chief Kamachi] Yeah, uh, The Dark Arts, AOTP Yeah, feel like the 90's right here, don't it? Yeah, take 'em back [Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] Yo I'm a pharaoh, my street magic been on deck I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat Look at the walls to my lingual set And the trim on the gold coffin where my demos kept It's Kamachi, my legendary status is earned With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned I'm Violent By Design with the scope and the urn You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm I'm in the desert with fatigues tryna focus the germ Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire Suicide bombers screaming "What?" to Allah Y'all tryna play heavenly angels Get your halos mangled and the throat of your savior strangled Enough to baffle your ears, a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Ayo, my flow is pain I feel nothing, I'm bleeding Novocaine This is a soldier game, uck 'em, buck 'em, blow his brain I camel-clutch mics, put your fucking soul in flames Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name We fucking load and aim, ayo Chief Kamach' Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops We talking weed and rocks, Desert E's and Glocks The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops I only fuck around with ill rappers My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers You only mad cause your flame is dying I ain't hard to find You can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan You might also like[Verse 3: Esoteric] Master builder Rap British Bulldog, boy, ask Matilda Cats with the steel, young God The soul-bender with uncontrollable tempers Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was Heaven's Gate cult members Yonder yoyo, the money folder with that funky odor Don't get it twisted like I'm speaking with the tongue of Yoda You stay behind the bushes like a cop that's under quota I'm saying, "Fuck the Bushes!" like a foreign country soldier Sea's worthy, my family play dirty We continue to diss, you discontinued like a J-30 (Money wants you killed) But you better tell cus to rely on M16's like D12 does [Verse 4: Celph Titled] It's the Army of the Pharaohs Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow We bombard you with ammo, knocking off your sombrero So move back, pendejo You dealing with a lot of these guys That rock silk suits with Mafia ties I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out You's a snitch, open your mouth and names come out So we gon' pop your top off and brains come out Nigga, I thought you said you knew what a gangsta 'bout? Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry I do the work of the devil, I'm a hell of a guy Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed And have blood squirting out your head like Coolio's braids Doggy, this is how we slaughter heads Catch you sleeping, stab you so deep The tip of the blade puncture your waterbed Cause I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off Come back a week later and slice the motherfucking scab off |