Army Of The Pharaohs - The Demon's Blade lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] "The king of the ring, undisputed There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" Yeah, one-two, one-two It's like, wah wah-wah-wah, one-two, one-two Listen Pharoah clique, man stop playing [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries I always understood that the pain was a necessity Put the pressure on you until we exchange densities Stupid motherf**er thinking he can change destiny It's a different game, man, need the same referee Me and Marciano, different people, same legacy Brought a motherf**er back, still the same treachery How could you ever be a leader and bring less than me? That's the type sh** that make a motherf**er dead to me Nineteen eighty-eight, back when d**h made leprosy Life is hard money, and the pain, the accessory [Verse 2: Celph Titled] You catch a heart attack, coming fatter, gravy spinach Carjack your whip, catch your baby in it I rock a navy fitted, AV leather, custom stitchwork My constituent more accurate, aim training in the Navy given Early with the Dirty Harry pistol Rarely my words miss you 'Til your area's crippled, and buried where the words'll get you (f**er) When I click mine, your whole clique dying Flick a slam, ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam) Bulldozer through your house (Celph, pave the way) Be the hardest non-graffiti artist (this play's a K) Titanium pop screamer, my voice be ice cold Cause just a slight tone'll burn a hole through the mic-phone [Verse 3: Apathy] Chemicals in the lab, mixed up, cause exposures Wizards in cloaks, breathe, focus, sip potions FBI profile is going through the motions Psychoan*lyze my behavior and emotions Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean Cops lick shots, bullets travel in slow motion Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion Frost bit and frozen, bodies get ripped open The pack of wolves close in, claws exposed skin The crows would sing for the leftovers the bones bring Scavengers with bags full of j**elry and old rings Wash the blood off of the gold in a cold spring This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient, old thing When man chases money, but only the ghost win Don't say that it don't sting when walking in cold winds Just fade into the forest homie, tighten your coat strings [Verse 4: Blacastan] I design profound takes over rugged soundscapes n***as bugging, go apes when they open the drapes We k** n***as, and leave bodies soaking in lakes I compose another opus as the locus awaits Til I exist above the clouds with the past time greats I'm in a booth pounding my chest like wild primates A black Ayatollah Khomeini, don't ever think you can play me I kidnap rappers and tell they broke families to pay me With EBT, warehouse is full of CDs So I can package sixteens like I'm packaging keys You need practice, your raps ain't f**ing with these So in a word, you're Johnny Blaze, n***a, you know my steez [Verse 5: Planetary] Fresh is what it means to be, illegally I'm lashing out these lyrics so easily At least you see the beast in me So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest A manifold of manpower, quick to put your man to rest The melancholy after the mention of severed bodies Settles in the devil's skin so who's next to stop me? I couldn't imagine a loss Back with an immaculate force Ratchet with the action, a torch Actually the battles are false Superhero, zero loss Planetary, presidential Actually a k**er Priest who walks with a Heavy Mental A cut above what you love, yeah I know I said it What you rapping about? I'm cashing out without a line of credit [Verse 6: Esoteric] I slaughter rappers and autograph all they coffins after The mourning master, your raps are good, for yawns and laughter Find me standing on your lawn with two machetes, seven pharaohs Fifty tecs, eighty guns, your bishop and your lady comes This way, the capital E Capital S, happy to be At the Capital Grille, with your girl She wants to pay the bill Be my guest, you regress And drives you crazy like the DJ Khaled saying "We The Best" When A.O.T.P. spit that nastiness My rap attack lives in a habitat that shatters kids And working Lids embroidering hats, a p**y gaze, it did no biz It pay no dues, guts and glory Spit your soft story Esoteric balls and Cannibal Holocaust Level gory [Outro: Vinnie Paz] "Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" We blacking out, we mobbing on you motherf**ers Four in the morning out here, we drunk out here We acting a fool, you nahmean? Yeah, Philly to motherf**ing Belgium Yo Stallone, how you living papa? AOTP