Army Of The Pharaohs - Battle Cry (Instrumental) lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Hahahaha... Yeah, muthaf**as! We're back! Pharaoh clique, muthaf**a! Yeah! Des Devious! (King Syze!) Apathy! Celph Titled! (Kamachi!) Vinnie P.! Outerspace! 7L, ES! [Verse 1: Apathy] I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4 But the IV that leads to the funeral floor Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvics Speeds through space and cracks blast astronaut helmets Face it, muthaf**a I could pay to get rid of you I got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals A new tyrannical force for you to fear Known to k** and keep human ears as souvenirs A shape shifter, face slitter, paper getter Take your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facin' us, block off a 30-block radius I throw more blows than boxin' Dr. Octavius [Verse 2: King Syze] Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, f** a minister n***as know better, no one's letter is better than mine Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high Plus I testify, it's best you die Than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies Down Syze, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt Clockin' in and out of rap, have y'all fiendin' for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth Non-believin', make me steamin', make you meetin' the earth [Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild] Aiyyo it's my world, and I won't stop And if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, and fade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god I'ma pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts I'm a box up your frame and play the same card And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars Pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all [Vinnie Paz] Yeah! Rawl muthaf**in rap! Hardcore sh**! Ninety-four sh**! Shoot the f**in' place up! Yeah! [Verse 4: Des Devious] AOTP, blast through your army fatigues Damage your team, competition done it with ease Gun in my sleeve cause nowadays, homicide is my steez Collectin' my cream, I'm livin' your dream and peepin' your scheme Put you on lean from right hooks, pausin' your jux You fake crooks need to hit them books Learn the rules of the game Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain You gettin' drenched in that November rain We the opposite of that wack sh** Trash man of clap rappin', you die tragic Five six professional a**a**ins Rockin' these mics and reppin' my fam' with pa**ion Remember its Q-Dement', you ba*tards [Verse 5: Esoteric] Tell your man and your parents we be demandin' ten grand an appearance At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics We be like Manny Ramirez, compatible With the radical, magical, and emphatical I'ma battle 'till I shatter your clavicle Call me admiral, raisin' the temp of the room I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons Your petty men are buffoons We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics 2Pac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' Rise from hell with dope lyrics Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck [Verse 6: Chief Kamachi] Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East My specialty, only rhymer envelopin' my lyric sheets Knock turbans off of Sheiks, use a pipe bomb Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists With they dreams no longer in arms reach That's what I call dealin' with calm speech When I alarm your peeps Inscribed in a peasant's palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no steppin' on My forty five is my weapon My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in, tiltin' my clips and blue Stesson God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference Adapt to any preference, p**y [Vinnie Paz] Yeah baby, kings of the muthaf**in' underground! Y'all motherf**ers don't want it with us! This that rawl sh**, throw back sh**! [Verse 7: Celph Titled] I make Evil Knievel music, I come through stuntin' Every verse is the same, just flipped a little somethin' somethin' Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant Born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship Shoot at your Chicago fitted and knock your socks/Sox off Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record 'Cause you's afraid I'd put your muthaf**in' frame on a stretcher I can't change laws son, that's a government issue But I'll break laws with a gun, it's a government issue It's the Army, we got power in numbers And that's nines, .45's, .357's, and M-500s [Verse 8: Planetary] Some people say I'm superior when I sh** it Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme Mozart of street rap, breakin' the barriers Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers Ready to mangle, anybody crossin' the line I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time Ready for war but won't rock no dick trees I rock mic's, you'd think it's a hundred and sixty degrees Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks k** b**hes and stab you tricks with loose lips? [Verse 9: Vinnie Paz] I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird I don't care if you dead, let god have ya Cause I'ma stay rugged and rawl like Marv Hagler That's something you don't know about, you small rapper Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on You just spit a f**in' verse wack then you gone f** fame, I study the fame closely They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley It's pain homey, and your blood on my pen It's Army of the Pharaohs and we flooded with gems, yeah [Outro: Vinnie Paz] The Torture muthaf**in' Papers! Dead Sea Scrolls out here! Y'all don't want it! It's f**in' rawl rap! AOTP!