Army Of The Pharaohs - Becoming The Absolute lyrics

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] No more olive branches, no peace offerings Put him in the k**ing fields, let the beasts slaughter him Cold day in Hell, still let the heat torture him Even if I'm isolated I can still reach all of 'em Clown-a** n***as all running in the circus Tryna cut my throat, tryna shorten up my circuit God is my witness, but the universe is churchless No room for forgiveness written in these Bible verses Never move timid even though the reaper's lurking Will always be a Pharaoh until it's time to close the curtain This don't fall on deaf ears, don't act like you ain't heard it Jealousy's a b**h and we all know your feelings hurting Space Odyssey, quantum leaping over serpents Ain't nothing hot as me, ho a** n***as know the verdict Proceed to k** everything don't know if there's a purpose Just here to play my part, nothing given I just earned it [Verse 2: Apathy] And I burned it Several layers deep in my epidermis Dirtiest motherf**ers to walk on this earth's surface Searching like heat-seeking missiles submerging and hurdling Towards the enemy sub-*gurgling sounds*, the sharks are circling Bloodcurdling, gurgling, murdering, I'm emerging From the murkiest depths with mermaid skeletons, stretch Backwards around the planet from the east to the west There's nothing left, but the bubbles from the dead man's breath It hasn't reached the surface yet, but as soon as it does There will be absolutely no mistake about who it was The Pharaoh clique, the click, the clack Sound effect to co*k it back We locking rap up in the treasure chest to drop it in black abyss Police frisk, 'cause I left deceased chicks Inside of a deep ditch in pieces like deep dish My telephone prefix is always with three sixes I'm always with three b**hes, the people say he's vicious [Verse 3: Zilla] I got the urge to dismantle Blow out a wack rapper's candle This is a panel of Pharaohs Cannibal hungry animals I came with a flame to brand you Burn you like metal handles That we sharpen for the sword That'll stab through your Adam's apple You're lame thinking you're hotter Out of your f**ing league And I aim at your oblongata Like you ain't part of my team You afraid of my whole armada Papa taught me to squeeze 'Till the heat from the barrel's bottom unleashes another beam I'm the monster Zilla, nine millimeter, and heater Another beat I can beat up Sit back and just kick my feet up Steady fighting for freedom And you ain't rattling me up I hustle till the d**h and right now I'm leading the re-up [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] Another s**er to beat up, that's why I'm writing your will Adam Keefe Horovitz, I am Licensed To Ill I started liking to k** And the dark of life and the thrill The horror life real And its hard to fight the appeal The Goose go lovely with lots of Vicodin pills The truth so ugly I walk with Christ on the hill My life steady now because I have a life to fulfill Franck Muller watches and private flights to Brazil You fishing for a compliment, stuck a knife in your gill I lived on every continent, indecisively still The digital information, gigabytes in a pill The sh** you writing is nil The sinner bites for the k** Stupid [Scratching 'Slam Harder' by Onyx] "The game is over, it's a wrap" "We put hardcore on the map" "Got a reputation on the streets for keeping it rough, what?!"