Army Of The Pharaohs - Feast Of The Wolves lyrics

[Intro - Vinnie Paz] Yeah...hahaha.... Vinnie P! Celph Titled, Apathy... Yeah, walk with me! [Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz] It's the return of the most f**ing grimy on earth It's a funeral in every single line of my verse Your mind'll just burst, with every line of Solomon's curse f** a hummer, Vinnie Pazienza driving a hearse It climb to reverse, like the lyrics on a dirty record I carry thirty weapons, burn you with my .30 Desert Should learn to accept it, it's a path of destruction I earn my wage with a 30 H you pa**, we'll be buckin' It's no f**ing discussion, I'm as hard as granite I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet And then cross the Atlantic, Pharaohs is causing a panic Arms will be brawling with Planet, saw us and called the mechanics My baby girl is a .40 cal, I used to tell my older brother "little shorty, wow" But that was then daddy this is now You can s** my dick you little f**ing b**h, your block about to bow [Chorus - Celph Titled] You better make way, the motherf**ing wolves are back We back at it like a bad habit, no we ain't having it Tell 'em, you heard we came down Smack 'em, if they make a sound No, we ain't backing down No, we ain't repping them Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!) Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?) [Verse 2 - Apathy] f** around with the Army and get a split wig Like Santa Claus, bringing gifts to a Crips' crib Cuz you're the type that a phony when you try to fight Hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wild'n right Nowadays, f*ggot nerd poets be trying to write On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite The foamiest fall, like foliage when they brawl Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all Like the planets revolve around suns and space I got plans that involve large guns and waste I got flows that evolve beyond the human race Try to spit em in your lips or off your tongue and your face I'm toxic waste, I'm top-secret box lock the safe I'm blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes I'm crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste To put the fiends into space where the rockets race [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Celph Titled] Yo, is there heaven for a gangster? No, but there's hell for a f*ggot Put on my work outfit, with a belt for my rachet You gonna melt when the gats spit, shoot your mother at your funeral She fell in the casket, how convenient is that sh**? Shoot a flare at my troops, and we letting the gats flame 'em Put stairs in the booth, and we stepping our rap game up I'm a boss but I take orders, from gun exporters Plus I got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders You a snitch? We'll rape your daughter And bring her down to the basement to tape record her Get your best entertainment lawyer, cuz we about to extort ya Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw ya, we'll saw ya With the Black and Decker, slice savagely I don't gotta use God's name in vain to get my soldiers to blast for me And I won't say I'm the best since Rakim and Pac and them Better yet, I'm the best since Mozart & Bach and them [Chorus]