Frank Grimes - Azrael lyrics

[Hook: Block McCloud] Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun If you live by the sword, you'll probably die by the gun Laugh now, cry later, why you hanging your head? Plenty of time to answer to the angel of d**h [Verse 1: Block McCloud] I'm the prince of darkness, reign over the kingdom of disaster Rhythm get smashed, f**ed, like the children of a pastor n***a, I'm bad luck, I'm misery, I'm your master Making you hang it up, like folks living in Alaska I'm radiant, summer blinded, by the sun divine Damian In the front lines of Egypt, with the blood line of an alien I'm so defiant, the stone that broke Goliath's dome Flow tyrant, hold the belt of Orion, I strode with giants The globetrotter, spit Goldschläger and molt' lava The old father of flows, there's no one that goes harder I'm the Al-Qaeda style writer, d**h's an inspirador A life of behind these walls, get caught in my lines of fire And expire, I'm the devil's pitchfork in the road I'll torture your soul, 'til you sell it for a fortune of gold The fortunes foretold, we all die, so live life to the fullest Live by the gun, die by the bullet, by the knife slicing your gullet Pharaoh [Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild] Too blind to see the light, I envision blackness Live by the bloody hatchet, die from the dusty ratchet Back from the lake of fire, with my halo broken They want reality so I give 'em a fatal dosage n***as acting real savage, but I barely notice I'm headhunting, so I ain't trying to lose my focus We the murderers, murderous, call the coroners Tell them to stop recording us... No more hope in 'em, box cutter open 'em This is uncut opium, for you to put your nose up in Got em overdosing, head-swelling, comatosing Overseas, so I'm posting bodies floating in the ocean Pharaoh [Hook] [Verse 3: Reef the Lost Cauze] Don't be trusting in these rappers, look how poorly they acting Only seen guns bust in Civil War reenactments Yeah we all took that cla** trip to Harrisburg or Gettysburg So spare your words before you get embarra**ed nerd Waiting for the day I'm catching you You can have MMA fighters protecting you, p**y I'm still wrecking you Your idol, the one you wish you could perform like Drop cla**ic albums, you can't even get one song right A couple songs tight, but not cause you speaking on 'em It's cause the beat was banging and had dope features on it It's Reefer on it, you got a rat's spine, a chicken's heart And a weasel's stomach, what are you? You little hog you, you f**ing pig I split your wig, so what you on kid? Dope or dog food? This ain't a warning, this a promise boy Cause I'm your motherf**ing daddy, and I won't raise a mama's boy [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] Yeah my family hate you, we wilding I was chilling, but then y'all propagated the problem Let it wash over you, let you pray to the lion If the father disrespect me, the baby is dying Whats gon' happen when the inmates raid the asylum? It ain't one of you motherf**ers crazy as I am k**ing you stupid motherf**ers is fish in the barrel High priest of every temple, I am a Pharaoh Crypt the Warchild, the bow, I am the arrow I get under you skin, Lord, I am the marrow We could go gun for gun, battle for battle We could go son for son, mine is a Pharaoh [Hook x2]