Esoteric - King Among Kings lyrics

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] I'm a pharaoh my street magic been on deck I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat Look at the walls to my lingual set And the trim on the gold coffin where my demos kept It's Kamachi, my legendary status is earned With the ashes of dead f*ggots from the Vatican burned I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned I'm Violent By Design+ with the scope and the urn You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm I'm in the desert with fatigues tryna focus the germ Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire Suicide bombers scream "Allahu Ak" to Allah Y'all tryna play heavenly angels Get ya halos mangled and the throat of your savior strangled Enough to baffle your ears, a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Ayo, my flow is pain I feel nothing, I'm bleeding novacain This is a soldier game f** 'em, buck 'em, blow his brain I camel-clutch mics, put your f**ing soul in flames Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name We f**ing load and aim Ayo, Chief Kamach' Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops We talking weed and rocks, Desert E's and Glocks The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops I only f** around with ill rappers My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers You only mad cause your flame is dying It ain't hard to find, you can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan [Verse 3: Esoteric] Master builder, rap British bulldog, boy ask Matilda Cats with the steel young God The soul bender with uncontrollable tempers Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was Heaven's Gate cult members Yonder yo the, the money folder with that funky odor Don't get it twisted like I'm speaking with the tongue of Yoda You stay behind the bushes like a cop that's under quota I'm saying, "f** the bushes" like a foreign country soldier Shay's worthy, my family play dirty We continue to diss, you discontinue like a J-30 But you better tell cus to rely on M-16s like D-12 does [Verse 4: Celph Titled] It's the Army Of The Pharaohs Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow We bombard you with ammo, knocking off your sombrero So move back pendejo, you dealing with a lot of these guys That rock silk suits with Mafia ties I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out You's a snitch, open your mouth and names come out So we gon' pop your top off and brains come out n***a I thought you said you knew what a gangsta 'bout? Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry I do the work of the devil, I'm a hell of a guy Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed And have blood squirting out ya head like Coolio's braids Doggy this is how we slaughter heads Catch you sleeping, stab you so deep The tip of the blade puncture your water bed Cause I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off Come back a week later and slice the motherf**ing scab off