Army Of The Pharaohs - Pull The Pins Out lyrics

[Intro: Celph Titled] Yeah, haha Turn the lights on, party's over motherf**ers Celph Titled the ammunition magician The Esoterrorist It's the Army of the Pharaohs for real for real [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Back with the "k**-d**h-Murder", you better check your computers I won't ever cheat on my b**h but I'll still sleep with a luger You can see my reflection in the chrome, it stays blazin' I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors Kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers So every time after that you hearin' the Wu-Tang torture skit, and you havin a seizure f** your street cred, I'll turn your street red I'll skin the head of a skinhead Celph Titled and ES raisin' hell without Pinhead It's been said the Pharaohs immortalize rhymes We kept heist plans in a trapper keeper -- that's organized crime You might arrive in a stretch limo, tinted out But you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin' out [Verse 2: Esoteric] We the gorillas, its the season of Ichi The k**er Your CD is filler so we beef like manilla My sneakers: peach and vanilla Call me Michael Jordan while recordin' Slide a sword inside your organs Speak from the pillars How real is ES for that scrilla?, I build with godzillas Militant flotillas that believe in shootin' first like Reggie Miller The illest of all sorts, he spit that fire motherf**er To leave you lookin' like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover [Chorus: Celph Titled] Soldiers stand up [UP!] Ready the artillery SALUTE! your comrade Eliminate the enemy Fire in the hole [hole!] We lettin our grenades [blow!] It's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out [Bridge: Celph Titled] By now you should know theres no f**in' around It's the Army and it's goin' down We came to take it all And there ain't no stoppin' when the cannons start poppin' [Verse 3: Celph Titled] I wish a motherf**er would yap their lips 'Cause whether I'ma rap or load a clip Either way that you look at it, a mack's about to spit At crackhouses, I'm out with, real k**ers not rappers Who keep pumps on our lap like we inflicted with asthma Addicted to disaster, every last bullet, I ain't savin' none Can't say hi to my neighbors 'cause I might wave a gun Aim at the sun and you can shoot for the stars Put on your beat, we'll turn it off, won't even let it loop for a bar We known to keep your head an obstruction Preach d**h and destruction Cop diesel when I co*k the eagle, and thats not for nothin' My shots always hit their target after the smoke sprays 'Cause we store bullets in cat shelters so there's no strays [Verse 4: Esoteric] We sinkin' arrows through your mink and pink apparel The pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity Frantically, I'm sprayin' ink out the barrel Your way of thinkin' is narrow We breakin' bones baby, drinkin' the marrow These psychics blink at my Tarot (You serious?) That's hilarious You rollin' up in chariots and leave in wheelbarrows I'll have you wrapped in plastic just like the food in fruit baskets I'll have your crew in suit jackets, all sad when viewing the casket Now they pursue and attack us to rep for you and get back at me But I'm rollin' with the army, motherf**er you can ask for me And even when I'm outnumbered, I shut 'em down Like Teddy Bruschi and I proved it in the past so don't you f** around Call me stupendous with sentences, pen a genesis Chemists with seven venomous menaces on your premesis We write the Torture Papes, orchestrate ways to slaughter fakes Formulate tapes and tour the states, I can ride with Norman Bates (Chorus) (Bridge)