Army Of The Pharaohs - Tear It Down (Clean) lyrics

(Intro: Reef The Lost Cause) Yeah...this is where I talk sh** (Yeah n***a, talk sh**!) AOTP...Lost Cauze, my man Planetary What up, Crypt? Yeah Vinnie Paz All this sh** probably gettin' CUT! Yeah! "Step through the door, tore the sh** off the hinges" -(sampled from "Stand Up" by M.O.P.) (Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze) Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly When I was a pup, they had me locked up down in Buck's County But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's wack I can't eat like that Reef that cat who co*k back, let the Desert hit you When you thought I was just talkin' sh** like Freddie Mitchell You ain't ready, is you? I invest into every pistol Aim on point like a steady missile Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds and dubs Where the weed at? I need that drug, 'cause I'm addicted to it Rhyme-boxes, start spittin' fluid When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it Love from Philly, all the way to kids in Munich Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up And leave you f**ed up like a Latin's liver (Chorus) (x2) "So listen up" "They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement" "You know we in the place with the guns in our waist" "Step through the door, tore the sh** off the hinges" -(all sampled from "Stand Up" by M.O.P.) (Verse 2: Planetary) This is the start of you dyin', Plan' spit with the heart of a lion The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron Pointed at your f**in' chest, b**h n***as is cryin' I'm with Reef The Lost Cauze and we causin' the violence We causin' the murder that causin' n***as carryin' burners We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us You don't understand, we got the upper hand spittin' First you need to over-stand, you soft like underhand pitchin' You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spittin' Rappers like me are hard to come by, like coppin' Summer Jam tickets You need to focus before you think to approach us You scream "player" dog, we the coaches Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious You n***as is co-starrin', we the stars of this epic Unveilin' the secret, it's more than fairy tales that we preachin' This that '94 boom bap sh** that we teachin' (Chorus) (Verse 3: Vinnie Paz) Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry The 8th style Y'all remindin' me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile I wanna see everybody in the place wild Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!" I stay bent daddy, night and day Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay It ain't nice, but it's right to say It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless My team is on the same sh** like collaborative efforts We grab at your necklace, there's no other way We bring it back to the East like we brother Jay Any f**in' day, you could come see us North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos f** it! Let they brains blow (Chorus) (Outro) "They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement" (x4)