Army Of The Pharaohs - Serpent King lyrics

[Verse 1: Blacastan] Prolifical writers; I write with the mind of a lifer On the block with his seed, stashing coke in his diapers I'm MacGyver: I can make a pen out of a lighter Pharaoh clique: there's no crew strong enough to fight us I'm tryn'a live long enough to catch arthritis On a rocking chair, talking 'bout the wonderful years How we dominated this sport and ended careers Departing your frame like Shaka Zulu wilding with spears I'm a general with spikes on my military gear Bodies is caught but I don't do tattoo tears I've been deening for years, look at the length of the beard Confirming your fears, the Army of the Pharaohs is here [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Snipe the Celph Titled mascot You still can't a**a**inate my character So go ahead, I'll eradicate your exterior With a furious anger Teflon bed-sheets be my security blanket If I'm off my rocker, then I might launch a rocket (in ya) Mama said I'm tall but I got a short temper Outrun a hyena and take home a cougar Not the bat cave, the Depot where there's Chrome computers And the gun is in the drawer Would have f**ed your b**h raw But the b**h had a fungus in her drawers So 'Don't Worry Be Happy', on some Bobby Mcf*ggot sh** I got a ratchet chick that stay reloading my ratchet clips [Verse 3: Crypt, the Warchild] .44 magnum flow spitters; volcanic Body shots rock your block on a cold canvas Platinum bars, I achieved a gold standard Adamantium frame, I'mma have to soul-snatch it Nine-inch nails plunged in my bloody hands I walk on water, kick through the grains of sand Sniff clouds, take sips of the acid water Throw lightning bolts, I ain't talking Harry Potter Leave your limbs exposed, I ain't talking Gary Carter Sick thoughts in my head, then I family harbor So let me get this moment of clarity I am out for paper, no time for charity [Verse 4: Planetary] Same sh**: catching bodies on the regular, pa No mercy; you can't hurt me. I'm deading you, dawg I'm a different level devilish type Heavy metal settle right into the ghetto at night Break bone marrow, bow and arrows, clone pharaohs, we so sharp Boast battles we throw shrapnel in yo' castle You can bring it we just products of that Olde English Fire extinguisher rap, now watch your flames diminish I get spinach till the day I finish There's no limits to the lyrics man, I just replenish I'm a menace in the way I'm like a five-percenter Cause 95% of y'all n***as is popping never [Verse 5: Zilla] I've been locked in the basement windows blacked out Feel like Black Hawk Down with the enemy around Ain't no harder than patience; every little move's like a Hair trigger, waiting for the bullets to surround me 'The Devil made him do it' I can hear my family on that bullsh** Saying I was lost to the darkness Used to keep me fluid, but lately I've been tired of the L So I started making all of yous a target I'm strapped for the Rapture Nothing in this world means Nothing when it spins to the sound of the barrel Now my Jacqueline Ona**is 'Camelot' living Was a dream till the King realized he was a pharaoh I'm here to remind y'all I'mma keep it raw Till the day I get boxed in the dirt with the worms I've already been lied to "Stick to the script" is what I tell 'em Right before I make the whole world burn