Blastah Beatz - Curse of the Pharaohs lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, one time, ha ha Pharaoh clique [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I got no time for extra sh** I'm like a bad film editor with extra clips You never sh** where you eat unless you extra b**h You never get no relief like I'm next to pitch I'm on the throne, all alone where the Devil sit Son of the Wise la-Hakim Menelik Laugh at the unbeliever you malevolent He only half as nice, sacrifice his sentiment Praise be the God, he defy logical Put me at the foul line, take two shots at you d**h life, life d**h so horrible Let this motherf**ing bulldog bark at you [Verse 2: Apathy] Jubala, Jubalo Jubalum I'm a giant on this earth, fee-fi-fo-fum Cerebellum over-loader make your brain stem numb Super fans make their b**h wanna swallow my cum You can't clash with a Pharaoh, there's nowhere to run As quick as I put the clip in it go in the gun Everything is slow motion, blood go in your lungs Ridiculous as Icarus flying close to the sun I'm a Supernova, nobody escapes my gravity Graffiti on the moon spelling out the name Apathy Undisputed king of the Milky Way Galaxy I'd eat your whole squad but I got a wackness allergy Tyrannical, over-sized cannibal I'm the son of Samuel, murder without the manual The tomb of King Tut pimp s*uts rip guts From opponents while I'm drinking their blood from my pimp cup [Hook] x2 Pharaoh Clique We bust ya sh** You know it's no holds barred When the bars we spit It goes: what-what? It goes: what-what? (Pharaohs!) AOTP get your wig split! [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Times change, but my mind-frame just loves war Ted Danson from Cheers, I'm above Norm I exploit performers that's wack Record raps on my phone's voice recorder app Permanent hunchback, from keeping my city on my spine Cause I've been making tracks since A hats and Karl Kani Get your b**h far more wet When I get paid, it's a f**in' party with a giant cardboard check The Army is a hardcore set Paper before p**y, these haters is all rookies I give 'em bowling ball noogies No warning shots, mister I empty ammo crates 'til my palms got blisters [Verse 4: Esoteric] Ayo, Pharaoh d**h blow, the violent tempo Your so dead to me like the Pirate's retro Found on Willie Stargell, I k** these bars well Lift 'em like a barbell, you sound like Marcel the Shell When you rhyme, I'm unveiled Designed, my heart sails De Lima Cartel, is five times bigger The Czar melts your mind I spit like a .9 Is that fast? I don't even know I typically use a EE-3 Carbine Rifle that Boba Fett shoot Execute rappers underwater, tie a wire to their wet-suit Barracudas eat 'em, we don't need 'em We beat 'em, then we bleed 'em out Trash 'em and delete 'em [Verse 5: Reef The Lost Cauze] Taste the beast, I'm a motherf**in' Minotaur Catch a hot flash like an old broad with menopause AOTP clique, those been my dogs You don't believe in me? You can't believe there is a God You must be an Atheist They don't ever try and test me, I must be the craziest You ain't make a move yet? You must be the laziest Your team is shook, and I bet you the shakiest I split your head to the white meat The gun's roar so f**in' loud, you'd think that it was Bike Week I'm from Philly, where the cost of life cheap 50 bones get you gone by Ricans down Pike Street I'm not a blog creation, I'm not a hype beast I am the embodiment of dope rhymes and a right beat I am the result of Scarface and Ice-T Tan trees, white tees, my n***as think just like me I'm nice G [Hook] 2x [Reef The Lost Cauze] AOTP raw rap forever!