Army Of The Pharaohs - The Torture Papers lyrics

(Intro: Vinnie Paz) Yeah, muthaf**as! AotP in the building! Pazmanian Devil! Celph Titled! Planetary, OS! Apathy! What's the deal, baby? We mobbin' on you muthaf**as! (Verse 1: Celph Titled) Yeah If there's one thing for certain, Celph Titled's a serpent Put on this earth on purpose to change the ocean's current Into tidal waves and lava, Secret government labs in Nevada Found fragments of my sentence and died instant From an infant to an emperor Dead Sea Scrolls mixed with gangsta sh**, my literature Annihilate entire societies, nothin' left to salvage Next mornin', loungin' on a tropic beach, gettin' drunk, talkin' about it We might move in silence, not revealin' our plot No alcohol in your system, but you'll be feelin' the shots So many pistols, I'm the 45 King Yes the Pharaohs is the new Flavor Unit, it's a fortified thing And it's "A" 'cause we animals, "O" 'cause we ominous "T" 'cause we tyrants and, "P" 'cause we're prominent On all continents, our contents incite mosh pits Products of our environment, we Designed to be Violent And the Hologram showed you that, the prophecy was golden The Torture Papers, hands catch on fire when they hold it The game's changed, now there's more than 5 Perfect Exerters Hang my portrait on the wall and you can frame me for murder (Verse 2: Planetary) I'm a arson, y'all live y'all lives in coffins I can hear y'all hatin' (The walls are thin) Apathetic, call the paramedics, we had to set it It's a war of words, they got lost inside the sentence I'm diggin' graves, put the switch to my blade Shank a n***a just for lookin' at me, get up on stage When I say "Throw your hands up," better keep 'em up 'Cause n***as is creepin' up with heaters up And n***a, you soft, I'll take you to lunch and feed you a corpse Wash it down with OE, see n***a, I boss Celph bring guns and smoke, I bring rum and the coke Love my wife, that's why I never had no love for a ho What, you don't know? I spit it with a propane flow Cocaine-to-the-nose rap, that's why Plan' about to blow So let's go, take a walk with a menace Alcoholic n***a, showin' 40's love like tennis (Verse 3: Apathy) I'm the product of angels and demons, c**aine and weedin' Eight different reasons the A-P is breathin' Language I'm speakin' is ancient as Eden Where snakes had Eve eatin' Satan's semen A top dollar pharmaceutical block scholar Pop my collar like a bionic rottweiler Molecules dissolve, I pa** through walls Solidify on the other side, grab my balls I'm the sh**, b**h, flip bricks bigger than Egyptians Dragged across sand to expand my shipment Shapes are shiftin', liftin' more weight than pistons Attila the Hun with a gun, keep your distance Toss UFO's and foes like a discus The size of Godzilla, dick bigger than bridges Wicked as a wizard with a liquid elixir Stick to the script, I'm spittin' the unholiest scripture And y'all are just now goin' through your thug phase While I blast like flash grenades in drug raids Try to criticize me, you little rappin'-a** groupie Y'all as corny as muthaf**as who clap at the movies The Army of the Pharaohs, checks with six ceros Try to walk in my shoes and pop your Nike Air soles There's no mercy, so of course the haters Will get my autograph on The Torture Papers