Army Of The Pharaohs - Agony Fires lyrics

[Verse One] [Vinnie Paz] I lick a shot in the sky A war don, you're gone cousin, Optimus Prime You a b**h, one of 700 Solomon's wives I was in Constantinople during Ottoman's shine My glock is a nine My thirty-eight Wesson a beautiful b**h You rhyme like a hoe, find a more suitable pitch You bout to find out why German Lugers exist Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch It ain't a single man living could f** with the beast Gay rapper, altar boy you f**in' a priest f** a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police Dirt bag can't make money, he stuck in the streets [Planetary] What you think? I'm sittin' in this cage for nothing?, If they release me it's curtains, that's why I live in the dungeon All black nothin' lit up, I set up walls And hang body's that I hit up, can't fit us all Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip Paz sittin' with artillery to blow you to bits sh**, King Syze with the getaway All black UConn, shoes on everyday Gun play nowadays more frequent More real n***as mad fallin' off the deep end And your life depends on me I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] You can start a riot in here, now who's wit me? Who the f** gon' ride when this sh** get shifty? Where my n***as at? I know who ride wit me This Pharaohs sh** fo' life, they gon' die right with me [Verse Two] [Celph Titled] Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pida roll Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on Satanic candles lit in my recording room I'm makin' hits, singing songs of d**h in Autotune Put a bear-trap on ya ankle Drop you off at Foot-Locker Mug the manager like, "What the f**s poppin'?!" Punks drop it, while I stand tall You see me, you seen the greatest rapper, modern man's call Electric meat-shaver that's a modern man's saw Precision chop limbs after I body slam y'all [Apathy] Hand saw, body chopper Bloody opera singer, Satan's trigger finger Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer Freddy Krueger sweater, rock a Beretta co*ker I'll dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia 'fore they spot me On security cams My maturity shows When I take these young rappers and I murder they flows Including Weezy's and Jeezy's, if I had a genie I'd make major label rappers Ice Cube's and Eazy's Monster with the frees when I'm conquering MCs I be airin' rappers out, like I'm sponsored by Febreze If you stop to get some Z's I just haunt you in your dreams Smuggle yay from Medellin and vacation in Belize Please believe me [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] You can start a riot in here, now who's wit me? Who the f** gon' ride when this sh** get shifty? Where my n***as at? I know who ride wit me This Pharaohs sh** fo' life, they gon' die right with me