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letra de sword and bullet - army of the pharaohs

[verse 1: doap nixon]
i can’t let my guard down all around these losers
been drunk of the sake, purple haze and hookahs
gone for a second so you better get used to
the illest n-gga, keep codeine up in this juice cup
this beat banging so i’m right in my lane?
i’m from the same streets where broke n-ggas fight over change
it’s obvious, (what?) y’all show the pharaohs respect
you see n-ggas getting handled than you’re probably next
this is for my now y n-ggas, send a copy to flex
but philly been getting it in since they popping c-ssettes
it’s a drama theme, mc’s just don’t get it
till you pistol whip a n-gga right out of existence
so hurry hurry you’re the next contestant
giving n-ggas the real me without the aggression
gotta finesse it, the game loves when we spit
like a p-ssy whip n-gga when he cuffing his b-tch (whoa)

[verse 2: crypt the warchild]
p-ssies better run
i’mma keep the story short cause the plot heavy
i’m lee malvo riding dirty in a box chevy
pop crown, pop henny, pop clowns, pop steady
calm deadly, palms sweaty, every time i count fetti
we’re coming for blood, money power respect
pharaoh’s general so i devour rejects
got these chickens turned out
never been turnt up
i don’t do things twice, mistakes gotta learn from
air these n-ggas out, rappers are a danger
feeling resurrected, bl–dy jumping out the manger
zero tolerance, start f-cking up these haters
if i don’t see you now p-ssy i’mma see you later

[verse 3: demoz]
aotp we back n-gga
n-gga i don’t even like to rap (no)
i like to snap grab the mic and wrap the cord around your neck
the sh-t will burn you like a lighting match
i meet a b-tch and leave a b-tch, really i don’t need a b-tch
it’s cold outside, it’s common sense to let your heaters spit
ironically i’m rational cause all of my music is past cl-ssical
my cl-ssical music is not national
i’m somewhere out on mars with it
car tinted, -rs-nic
burn you till you dark skinned, i’m hard headed but marketed
r-t-rded with this artist sh-t
you starting sh-t i’m past the finish line
my mind is on some other sh-t like a horror flick
calling through to your fraud or groupie or broad with dookie
coming out the mouth when i see ’em it’s gon’ be call of duty
keep staring, you gon’ be blind soon
after tearing your eyes out i’m terrorizing your itunes
bulletproof rap, i supply goons
this a bottle of [?] you gon’ die soon, n-gga

[verse 4: vinnie paz]
how many bodies have i p-ssed through? possibly five
before we ascend to the one of the posthumous lives
after all the blood gone, the commodity dies
why vinnie ill? that’s just geography, pa
the ape man, the sp-ce man, the carl sagan
with the knowledge of an intellectualized pagan
i’ve got shooters from richmond island to moore haven
the perfection is the accomplishment of starvation
you can’t be a general without having soldiers
that’s the perfection of rhythm, it’s a magnum opus
talent doesn’t mean anything if you lacking focus
that’s why most of you motherf-ckers is rather hopeless

- army of the pharaohs

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