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Army Of The Pharaohs - Swords Drawn - текст песни, видео

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Army Of The Pharaohs - Swords Drawn - текст песни, видео

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Chief Kamachi:

 Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap
 Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat
 Blood on the tarot pack, the power black
 Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed
 119 they blamed it on some Arab cat
 I meditated, and left two towers flat
 With they own, section 8 Egyptian power rap
 Little spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual 
 Don't let me start with the pump, pecked
 Faggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk
 I got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk
 It's The Messiah, never been a musical kump

 Demoz:

 The Colosseum fiending, screaming "Demoz!"
 They could see the pour-up from Europe to Lehigh
 When they see I'm coming they running I keep nine
 Shots for they stomach and face, eat five! 
 Never will I run from a case like a cheap guy
 If I can't afford the lawyer, I'll burn him like deep fry
 Undeveloped faggot, I'm classic like Levi's
 Rap marathon, I passed them like three times
 Take my rap skills multiply by three times
 All it takes from my verse to beat him is three lines
 Peep my battle ability weak guy
 If I can't walk over you nigga I leap high
 Shoot looking down when I pass, you scream "Why!"
 You bit my whole style with no teeth I reply... 
 You walking all task barefooted, my sneaks tied
 Talking out your ass when you shouldn't you speak lies

 Planetary:

 Whenever I say so we full court pressing 'em
 Hand on the rock and cross over like the rest of 'em
 Who got the ratchet? I crack the pendulum 
 My adrenaline race the pace you trembling
 My regiment take shots of bad medicine
 Extinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen 
 Severus so far the best with the pen again 
 Venomous ink, paint the picture so elegant 
 Elevate my state, I'm high like a Pelican 
 Powerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton 
 Space niggas erase niggas irrelevant 
 Post-up prevalent, in my development
 I make the cake, so the dope can settle in
 "Paz, there's no booze!" so we threw the kettle in
 Pharaohs amongst the king, now that's tenement 
 You demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, "Send 'em in!"

 Esoteric:
 Mind bender, line sender
 Time ender, Pharaoh front line member
 The mic's a divine ember burning you
 The blood doesn't trickle, it sprays
 I'm like a young Nachita Kolof with a sickle when I'm stripped in a page
 For centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries
 You entertain, it's funny like Kevin James, 
 Now stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man?
 Hip-hop's deader than Vince Lombardi
 It's full of whine and crackers like your wife's dinner parties
 I'm a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battle
 Running with apes like Ann Darrow
 Reef! 

 Reef the Lost Cauze:

 I ain't wit this rap shit dog, I literally kill em
 Put the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee Williams
 It works every time, I murk every line
 It never gets easier, it hurts every time
 I been the best, I got kids on the Internet
 Seeking my approval like they send a fucking friend request
 Uh... Denied, Go, fuck your life
 I crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymes
 Barf, you know vomit and such
 You got no fans so you claim being popular sucks
 That's called hating, your brain is all vacant, 
 I'd never sit down and eat with y'all, it's all bacon

 Celph Titled:

 Demons and gargoyles, lions and wizards
 We leaving 'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards 
 That's what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya
 Act like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors 
 Rap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later
 Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator
 So who's I'll and who's not? Who's popping and ooh-wop
 Who's a cross between El Chupacabra and Tupac?
 (Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelf
 Just a pellet gun leave a huge welt
 Army of the Pharaohs never make love songs
 We finger fuck bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on
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