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Army Of The Pharaohs

Frontline

 

Frontline

(альбом: Ritual Of Battle - 2007)


[Doap Nixon:]
Uh, AOTP in this nigga
We don't rumble no more
I will take it back and disrespect a nigga sly to you before I pull that ratchet out
I'm going in
Uh...

Why you running with those lames that's tapped out
AOTP is front line with they macs out
And we don't rumble no more we coming for war
I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw, and uh
Your eyes can't hit what they can't see
The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene
And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked
My whole team got laced, half of them rich
The other half, originate from the best part
My right hook will leave your face covered with stretch-marks
When the swelling go down, I'm telling ya clowns
The next step is filling up your melon with rounds, and uh
This is warfare, niggas in war gear
The AOTP, whole roster is all here
So fall back if you thinking of beefing dog
I have my nigga Reef tie your moms to tree with barb

[Vinnie Paz:]
The heavy metal king hold big shit I cock the heaters
Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters
Every move I make righteous, God Allah can see us
Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus
Peace to every man, woman and child
To Mohammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
You a swine eater that means all your energy foul
I'm a divine leader that means all my enemies bow
Yeah, but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now
Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child

[Planetary:]
Behold a Pale Horse, y'all niggas is running a frail course (Get up!)
Ain't nothing better than smelling a stale corpse
Depicted, through your skeleton, wear elegant gloves
Purple blood on the fingers we lock from hell and above
The shell from a slug, turn grizzly bears into cubs
I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the club
Its nothing to us, we busting militant verses
Belligerent syndicate, we spit the gift and the curses
You niggas worthless, I see you in the cypher with ya backpack
I'm way past that, may God strike ya
You sounded like you was reading, you was off-beat even
So you left with ya jaw leaking, I punished 'em all speaking
We all beefing, niggas is running rampid
I curve verbs, the type that can serve Sampras
Y'all all infantile niggas in pampers
There's no cure to my sickness, I'm rap's cancer

[King Syze:]
Lets get it cracking what happened to all a y'all?
These QD stars got the people screaming for encore
We love raw, direct, uncut raw
And ya little particles we bound to dust and mop
Rap shit is my rope, and I ain't giving a slack
Main question in the air man, who bringing it back?
Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust"
Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust
Don't ever strike me, rolling with Crypt that's more than likely
My Daily operation for the cash on the nightly
We all icy, hustle just for the grams
And breaking bread with the Pharaohs man, that's part of the plan
(It go, it go, it go)

[Demoz:]
Food off your plate I scrape, I will never cater
Demoz trying to come up like a elevator
Green money, make paper, like I own a forest
He's funny, rap name should be Martin Lawrence
Never hated, I ain't trying say I never made it
Now my confidence is high like it's medicated
Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain
I'm off the wall like in memory of my name
Versatile with the flow, they all the same
Ghetto can't walk right, I borrow the cane
Raincoat, umbrella stop all your rain
The industry a buffet, I eat all I can
So fuck if you next and fuck a duet
You niggas don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope)
Man you DVD rappers sounding comfortable, bet
This not an exercise tape, why you busting a sweat? (Nigga)

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