Army Of The Pharaohs - Conversation With A Bullet lyrics

[Verse 1: Zilla] My first time outta the gate, we back on that Pharaoh sh** Zilla in the mix with a deadly pause in his arrow tip Rock spots, wielding machete murder it nonstop On my block, n***as will squeeze bleeding your snot box (Raw) Definition we definitely the missing Link, hand me the keys of the rocket we on the brink And blast off it's fight music I'm like Ike Quartey in his prime Critics don't rhyme, I let the hype prove it f** your deal in the a**, I came to hurt 'em and crash 300 soldiers commandeered by Paz A million listeners supported my camp Who would've thought the boy from Texas could ma**acre on verbal command I'm the reason you rewriting your verse kid You're better off with metal in your mouth going out like Kurt did AOTP the mahf**ing truth I'm a monster truck rolling over your Coupe Let's go! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] While you was arguing who was getting the top of the bunk I was arguing about who getting the Glock or the pump Can train paratrooper maneuvers, watch me swoop in And have these b**hes dribbling my balls like Sheryl Swoope's friends (Oh yeah we balling mayne) But that's only the start I play the Master P role, you play Lil' Romeo's part I'm a leader not a follower, gasoline I be gargling Ready to spit it out in front of a flame and make some carca**es You shopping in bargain bins, I'm outside parking my Benz Grenade man, much more than a marketing trend And if I could I'd shoot napalm bullets Atomic hollow points before the military even got the joints Some futuristic sh**, sniper rifles with pistol grips Heat seeking .50 cals with rocket guiding missile tips I'm trying not to scare my neighbor off So if they see blood I try to play it off like it's tomato sauce [Hook] {x2} We the hardest rap n***as in the game Never catch a Pharaoh trying to go against the grain Dogs with no muzzle that'll tussle for the chain Strapped up with shovels now to bury the remains [Verse 3: Planetary] Nothing better than a headbanger banging off the monitors Kilogram of coke getting smuggled four kilometers The walls are caving in on n***as, pressure getting powerful See you at your funeral, now who am I giving flowers to? This is murder rap, up in a grenade launcher Everything's a d**h threat, rugged like a Bing monster Lock me up you could throw away the key I'm behind every bar like a stowaway from me Man I'm pouring lighter fluid in the booth to turn the flames up Working extra hard, young n***as f**ed the game up Snap back (backpack), n***a we done did that Kids napping on me only getting n***as kidnapped Got the game gift wrapped, money looking mummy tight Doug E. Fresh n***a, you'd a teach me how to Dougie tight Type of dudes start straight, snitching to the po-nine Po-nine mad at me, I'm sitting on a goldmine [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] Yeah I f** with Marx like the Bolsheviks Eat a mahf**er heart, cross it off the grocery list Being close to godliness is being close to loneliness Like being close to Communist is being close to Socialist It's a cemetery reign, this is frozen mist I swim and I don't get wet, I am oceanless Straight right/left hook y'all are motionless How is you gon' make magic when you potionless? Feeding multiple motherf**ers like loaves of fish Gun cannon a**embly from Terrordome broken clips I just wrote so many rhymes I got a broken wrist You ain't worth the left hook, stupid here's an open fist [Hook]