The Ultimatum
(专辑: The Unholy Terror - 2010)
[DJ Kwestion:] The
Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em A.O.T.P The
Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em You can't fuck with the
army [King Magnetic:] The
ultimatum ain't debated, ain't the
same as when you waiting For someone to keep their word or the
paper from a
payment Ain't negating nothing I
can break their front and take it from them Wait a
month and take a
pump and make 'em want to make up something Take an up-and-coming artist Or classic figure If you see me reaching out, it's to smack a
nigga Melanin scheme is telling 'em squeeze, shell an MC to breeze Ease G', tell like Aviv Felony three on melody schemes They selling them dreams DMX is Nelly to me Telling 'em please, just leave Before I
have to swell a
person It's no question like playing the a
capella version [Des Devious:] Look I
said it before, shouldn't say it again But in case you hard of hearing look you and your mans Can get it in the
worst way, run when killers thirsty For a
lame and his blood Sweep it under the
rug Just like it never happened, we professional fighters And I
ain't talking about scrapping I'm talking pistol gripping You know the
rest, no need to, stress how my niggas live it Just know we go so hard, for dough and lavish living And since I
had my taste can't find nothing that's better Riding high gripping wood, ass on the
softest leather Oh, y'all some scary dudes? Man I
ain't afraid of you Murder you, crack a
brew and watch it on the
news [Reef The
Lost Cauze:] Get stabbed by the
cuts on the
Kwest beat, respect beef Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week What does the
future hold? Bullets going through your clothes My niggas is all large like a
Jewish nose Hold more arms than a
hookah bowl Y'all motherfuckers ain't been nice since the
Eagles won the
Superbowl Check your stat books, get your rat hooks Out my rap books, biting-ass niggas get your snacks took You in the
scrapbook scrap shook Y'all niggas think beef is what these dudes type on they Macbooks I'll smash your Hewlett-Packard You fucking doofus rapper A.O.T.P. fuckers, it's the
newest chapter [King Syze:] Catch me in the
street dressed pretty as hell But when it comes to these raps I
get gritty for real Knock 'em out the
box Syze I
spin your motherfucking head counterclockwise Y'all niggas is not Syze You full of shit like a
pot pie Labels better cross them T's, dot them I's or them shots fly Pass the
Master, have to blast you Choking the
track like please excuse the
asthma Please excuse my French, fuck the
Spanish Talking ghetto language the
hood can understand it A
wrath of God, Satan; fuck the
apostles Army of the
Pharaohs back ready to rock you [Vinnie Paz:] Vinnie fucking smash your jaw It ain't nobody rapping half as raw I
was writing rhymes over loops by Stacy Lattimore Guess you wondering what Vinnie need all the
assassins for Guess you wondering if I'm a
communist or fascist boy Shoot three at you and push the
rock like this was basketball Chop your body up in little pieces with my plastic saw Y'all need to overstand the
jux is real I
run with ghetto boys and I
ain't talking Bushwick Bill If looks could kill then y'all would be kaputs for real We drink your blood and hang your body up on hooks of steel I
push the
pills, call me Vinnie the
psychiatrist And y'all are gonna have to see defeat like a
podiatrist [Celph Titled:] In the
dice game you say I
won't place those bets That's like saying you know the
Wu, but call that dude Ghostface Deck I
leave your whole face wet like you got hit with a
water balloon The
size of a
propane jet Altercations I
took place and no police was involved If I'm beefing we ain't greeting, I'm deleting you, pal I
keep my weed in a
jar And roll it in a
Philly wrapper I'm A.O.T.P. so I
roll with Philly rappers And will kill a
rapper Don't believe us? Try us We the
illest out believe it I'm not biased At best you're a
rookie Your show's like a
Catwoman audition Cause we'll see who plays the
best pussy [Planetary:] It's the
ultra (ultra) Magnetic like I'm seven foot Outsmart your art of rhyme though I've never read a
book Off with your head, you shook in the
corner shivering Delivering a
dosage of the
most potent Ritalin You must be kidding nigga, this ain't no Kid 'n Play More like N.W.A Fuck you kids gonna say? Hola Hola aye Oh God hold my trey pound You rap clowns sit around in broad day Broad Street Bully rap Yo Kwest you took me back To the
scuffed trees and the
Champion hoodies in black I
blacked out Snap in a
packed house The
gallon of Jack's out That stout got my passed out [Apathy:] You can't take the
word on the
street from a
bird on the
wire And you'll never hear the
truth in the
church of a
liar Real men converse, you prefer to conspire Give it a
year you'll be the
first to retire We don't roll with snakes, we curse a
pariah You're mad at your people over earthly desires You don't believe it? Just peep the
verses Presidential, we roll deep as secret service [Crypt The
Warchild:] Too many niggas claim they O.G But most of them won't approach me Catch me everywhere, my niggas like to play low key I'm mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas Out of a
broken home so they label us hateful niggas Never take a
nation of mills, it takes a
killer On medication chasing their pills with haze and liquor Bad lieutenant in a
black whip, black shottie Dragging a
safety net only cause we catch bodies We act snotty and rap godly and clap loudly They don't want hardcore cause they fags probably I
don't make shit to make you want to paint a
canvas I
spit fatal language only to cause pain and anguish [Journalist:] Don't bring drama to the
old-timers When it calls for a
time you catch Alzheimer's And turn into Carl Thomas I'll pack a
Llama Separate the
lions from llamas and alpacas if I
pow pow at ya Ali bumaye Zoom by clapping ya Wound guys, the
room guys, Mumbai massacre Verse so raw I'm trying to tell ya I'll salmonella poison any these boys in the
path of the
craft Lean on the
Craftmatic Paralyzed from ass to your calf Half radish for half of the
cabbage Five and a
half hours, dime bags is sour Get twisted, niggas get high as the
Comcast tower Lifted Like a
dumbbell, inhale; your lungs swell Whiff of the
piff bury the
gun smell Either you run well, the
shells stick in you like a
thumbtack Pistol clip you like a
thumbnail Won't get caught for a
thumbprint The
lawyer eat the
case like roast Deploy you and your boy, ain't paying one cent Hide your charms Firearms, will rip through the
bone and the
marrow It's the
Army of the
Pharaohs Check The
Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em A.O.T.P The
Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em You can't fuck with the
army