Army Of The Pharaohs - Drama Theme lyrics

[Jus Allah] You might be the proud new father I am their future martyr Who slaughters like blood is the new water Who's darker, who owns a tooth sharpener Who's partner is a fool for his tool carver No disputing, refutings, no eludings Just shootings, feudings, no undoings No diffusing, abusings, unexcusing Shoestring removings becoming behooving They don't pay me to k** but to stop k**in' I don't hold my ends of the deal, I should start billin' Any lesser of an evil is not fulfillin' Don't text your house cleaner for a mop spillin' You're the trailer, teaser, I'm the feature You ail, you're weaker, I am neither I'm a leader, you're a cheater, deceiver Easier, a receiver, breeder! [Chief Kamachi] Musical martyr who do it harder Fresh to d**h, like a French funeral parlor Church and Kamala hurts for the scholars France holla, anywhere between the Earth and Shambhala A black and white collar, grimy like crack pipes schwala Trying to get a rap life dollar Still spit it for shelltoes lottos with the velcros It's k**a code I dun did it till hell froze Old school Guc jacket dirty elbows My boombox blast the heavens I talk sh**, stuck bibles in the a** of reverends They wonder what faith he is, Is he m**m, Christian, or Atheist? It don't matter, brain splatter just take a clip Only present, ain't no way to escape the clique [Vinnie Paz] This a drama theme, you a f*ggot rapper drama queen My body work is vicious quick enough to rock your spleen Ain't nothin' funny sonny, even Vinnie's glock is mean Steady with a machete ready for me to chop your team How is Bush still here, we shoulda been shot him Hologram, Taliban, call me Vin Laden You a new jack hustla, Vinnie been clockin' You a new jack s**er, Vinnie been rockin' I ain't hear you s**er, come a little closer Close enough so I can rock you with a mini roaster (x2) (Chorus) these the last words of a n***a who's stressed sh** on my mind, i cannot live, am i goin through d**h my first rhyme could be my last dependin on whos next in gods book n***a im not shook imma take it like a crook n***a ..... [Doap Nixon] Everything ain't always what it seems Either I blow steam, or fall back and blow cream Cuz, the left hand's for the position of mic I made a n***a went himself when the mission ain't right I'm on some OG sh**, go fishin' at night Scrub the j**els with toothpaste so the glisten is right f**ers, I'm on a level that you can't ignored I prefer a boxcutter til' your face start to drip and pour Catch me and Reef eating on South Beach Smackin' n***as so hard that his head leak out meat Salute me or you better speak out peace Cuz cats smoke so much oil n***as leak out grease We play everyday just like the weekend ...and the A to the O to the T to the P in this b**h. [Celph Titled] Surgeon General's Warning: I'm surgically injuring informants to resemble invalid deformed kids Satan's orphan born force to contort ribs Expand my land look at what one golf course did Nine irons and three woods, goons with the spikey bats Ali Baba swords swoosh-shaped in the Nike bag (damn) Ask around they say for real "I'ma a rider man" Ladies love my sniper aim 'plus they like my tiger fangs' Spiders came, Oh!, from my grave when I rose out Looked at the sphinx and, I chiseled the nose out Fo'shizzle there's no doubt, the military unit of the Tibetan black magicians Is here to make exact incisions With radioactive equipment And have you stabbed quick through your cheek flesh like we ba** fishing So crabs listen, their is no a** kissin' Sloppy with my work, do my dirt with my mask missin'