Army Of The Pharaohs - Pages In Blood lyrics

[Intro - Vinnie Paz] Brap brap! Hahahaha! Kamach! Section Eight Egyptians! What up couso? Demoz! Louie Dogs! Hahahaha! Yeah! Genocide General... [Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz] Yo, everything I see is f**ing dead, Bullets everywhere, f**ing red. I need the meat to be complete, give me the f**ing bread. We smoke to get high, Shoot guns dust and lead, Struggle to get by: Shoot nuns, nothing said. I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five, You a p**y I'm a f**in' cat that got nine lives, I keep the ratchet with me that's where the nine hides, Italian motherf**er come from where wine thrives. We from Philly we was trapped in the dirt, Where the young boys clap at you then clap at your earth, Yeah, so I suggest that you should clap at them first, 'Cause here in Philly we got sh** that make the back of you burst! [Chorus - Demoz] Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man, 'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me? Money's the root of all evil, I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people, Please be patient. Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man, 'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me? Money's the root of all evil, I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people, Please be patient. [Verse 2 - Demoz] n***a you gon' end up dead or dead broke, You gon' end up in the trunk with your head poke, Tie yo' a** up with your son to them bed posts, Beat you in the head, then be out like the Red Ghost, Aint a f**ing line in my rap you can dare quote, f** a bear-hug i'll put the game in a bear-choke, Bear-choke n***a's out my way they forfeit, who*es get, dick in they mouth like Orbit, Or Juicy Fruit, f** a n***a let the uzi shoot you, I don't get high i'll give you (?), (f** that n***a) f** with the squad? I'll turn you (?), You bout to get signed? Big deal whoop di doo, Moz, slash Pharaoh true to the sk**, Don't greet me, say hello to the funeral bill, Alot of n***a's play stupid and silly but know what they do, When they get a little money and move out of Philly you know? Chorus [Verse 3 - Chief Kamachi] Yo, yo, yo, This preacher boy trying to tell me my mission on Earth, Walk up in the episcopal church, pistol beserk, Even the Devil say Chief is a sick little jerk, Underground buzz like dirt bees that gristle the dirt, Dear Father, i hate them f*g f**ers, Smoking dirty weed with cups of OE at the last supper, Got Mary table dancing, Holy Ghost tryna f** her, (f**in' heathen!) A hustler from Nazareth, i aint no s**er, Might be crazy, a little out of my mind, To the tingling of the serpent that's riding my spine, That aspire me to climb up the fiery vine, Out of the devilish pit where the rebelious once sit, After inhaling one spliff, i zone to the 6's, Big boy Beelzebub, cracked them crucifix's, K-A-M-A-C-H-I, Messiah in his riches, AOTP, i never liked you b**hes! Chorus