Army Of The Pharaohs - Contra Mantra lyrics

[Intro] [Crypt The Warchild] Uh, yeah, okay. A.O.T.P. E.S, Celph Titled. What up? Uh. [Verse One] [Crypt The Warchild] I solemnly swear, this is my testimony I'ma keep it one hundred while the rest are phony I'm wildin' out like suicide is my mission I ain't tryin' to be crucified by the system You should take heed, I advise you to listen Watch me break knees, I'm surprisin' my victims The question remains who am I when I'm spittin'? It's me, the MC, I ain't no new edition My mind's a coliseum, I spit diamonds that glisten The beat is my journal where these lines will get written Been through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden So back the f** up when I'm removin' my fitted You could never walk in these shoes you don't fit in Y'all all say your hot but that is just your opinion Y'all can all die in the spot that you sit in A.O.T.P., the underground has risen [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] (All we do is spray) till the game come back That's why we sittin' here building, spittin' flame on tracks (So what you say) don't matter at all So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call [Verse Two] [Esoteric] It's such a pity Ain't nothing pretty Lyrics bury cats under 150 tons of scum in the city You say you poppin' bottles and stunnin' like Diddy? But your pockets be flatter than a models stomach and tittes While you frontin' like you rugged an gritty Why I spit it so hot Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie an Pac I'm from that late 90's era where the Polo wasn't jig enough A Gucci and Louie and Prada sh** wasn't big enough I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo Y'all bring up the rear like a J-Lo convo No they don't want no beef, they all want their teeth I may go Bronco, so lay low pronto chief Four albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career They all bang, battle? I do more than end your whole career So severe, beat you with a foldin' chair, listen A.O.T.P.'s what the games missin' [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] (All we do is spray) Till the game come back That's why we sittin' here building, spittin' flame on tracks (So what you say) Don't matter at all So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call [Verse Three] [Celph Titled] Yo, yeah Paper money Know I wanna see that iron buck They be robbin' hoods/Robin Hood, so I keep that fryer tucked/Friar Tuck Try to have these props taken from me? You end up red and blue like a female cop on they monthly Dumpin' student body's in front of the student body, air em out Beacon on my radar tellin' me where's ya whereabouts? (where?) Magazine drums, have ya head bobbin' Dead body nonstop noddin' downhill in a toboggan Shoot the Uz through ya house in Honolulu (Ooh wow) I'll throw a pineapple grenade at ya, (Luau) Am I conceited? Oh yeah best believe it Rap supervisor, pop up on lawns with fire arms True surpriser You'll be rockin an upside-down visor And it won't be a wack fashion trend neither More like Suge Knight/Vanilla Ice sh**, hotel balcony danglin' My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] (All we do is spray) till the game come back That's why we sittin' here building, spittin' flame on tracks (So what you say) don't matter at all So we gon' sit here and wait till God answer the call