Army Of The Pharaohs - Henry The 8th lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah...it's murders...plenty murders Blood...We spell doom Pharaoh clique, baby [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] For whom the bells toll, Vinnie Paz, I call hell home Put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone Any way you wanna look at it, it spell doom Vinnie Pazienza, be proud that you you fell to him Me and Shareef, we stronger than pillars in Greece You need to over-stand that pharaohs are still in the streets You need to know that we got beef but we willin' to peace You need to know that we got hate and it's still for police It's Juju Mob, and Army of the Pharaoh clique We on some revolution Amadou Diallo sh** I like to watch your brain explodin' when the hollow hit It's Vinnie Paz, Louie Dogs, Kamachi follow it [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] Yo its my house like RUN! Controllin' the 80's Flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary's baby Slang fire like a hustle in Haiti Couple holes for the souls, pitchfork for the daisies Ashes for urns, I'm a murderer maybe A lavish little Lucifer burnin' the hazy Faced out, still could get a hold of the ladies Hit from Madame Blavatsky in a older Mercedes This is d**h speakin', the smell of fresh flesh wreakin' Get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon Juju tongue, voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs Blood pour, heart of a chump, jump from the arrows [Chorus: Chief Kamachi] We got a message for ya Yeah, our squads ain't checkin' for ya And if its beef, we'll produce the Smith and Wesson's on ya AOTP, Juju Mob, we bossin' ya clique Rain fire on this hip hop sh** [Verse 3: Reef The Lost Cauze] The king Reef raw, on the streets I'm King Cauze Wild the f** out, beat my chest like King Kong Is this thing on? I'm tryin' to channel the youth I rock the crown of Caesar, and Hannibal's boots They call me animal tooth Use your bones as a back scratcher I'm allergic to dirt weed and wack rappers My hand's too pretty, I just let the gat smack ya I dropped outta school, motherf** a backpacker Double cross us and we'll bomb on you b**hes You a f**in' fruitcake like what my aunt sent for Christmas My dogs relentless and we ain't tryin' to be friends My gun attach to my hip like a siamese twin [Verse 4: Planetary] It's a critical beatdown, QD n***as hit the street now Bangin beats out, thug n***as throw they heaters out It's p**y n***as like y'all scared to leave the house Once they retrieve 'em out, *BLAAT* Let 'em see the clouds I make the most gangsta n***a hit the concrete And start snitchin', pointin' fingers like they on Wall Street My squad deep, we the "Gods and Generals" Type of n***as too drunk, we dodge the interviews We came a long way from cipherin' all day When days was all play, now we rhymin' for strong pay Outerspace got a strong hold on the game We reign, you minor leaguers, we breezin' the Hall of Fame (Chorus)