Yeah, haha
Turn the lights on, party's over mother****ers
Celph Titled the ammunition magician
The Esoterrorist
It's the Army of the Pharaohs for real for real
Back with the "Kill-Death-Murder", you better check your computers
I won't ever cheat on my bitch 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
**** 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
We the gorillas, its the season of Ichi The Killer
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
How real is ES for that scrilla?, I build with godzillas
Militant flotillas that believe in shootin' first like Reggie Miller
To leave you lookin' like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover
Soldiers stand up
Ready the artillery
SALUTE! your comrade
Eliminate the enemy
Fire in the hole
We lettin our grenades
It's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out
By now you should know theres no ****ing around
It's the Army and it's goin' down
We came to take it all
I wish a mother****er would yap their lips
'Cause whether I'ma rap or load a clip
At crackhouses, I'm out with, real killers 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
We known to keep your head an obstruction
Preach death and destruction
'Cause we store bullets in cat shelters so there's no strays
We sinkin' arrows through your mink and pink apparel
The pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity
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, mother****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 **** 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)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:05.70]Yeah, haha
[00:05.88]Turn the lights on, party's over mother****ers
[00:08.55]Celph Titled the ammunition magician
[00:10.77]The Esoterrorist
[00:12.12]It's the Army of the Pharaohs for real for real
[00:13.86][Verse 1: Celph Titled]
[00:14.40]Back with the "Kill-Death-Murder", you better check your computers
[00:17.46]I won't ever cheat on my bitch but I'll still sleep with a luger
[00:20.22]You can see my reflection in the chrome, it stays blazin'
[00:22.92]I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors
[00:25.14]Kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers
[00:27.60]So every time after that you hearin' the Wu-Tang torture skit, and you havin a seizure
[00:31.86]**** your street cred, I'll turn your street red
[00:34.26]I'll skin the head of a skinhead
[00:35.73]Celph Titled and ES raisin' hell without Pinhead
[00:38.34]It's been said the Pharaohs immortalize rhymes
[00:40.50]We kept heist plans in a trapper keeper -- that's organized crime
[00:43.77]You might arrive in a stretch limo, tinted out
[00:45.81]But you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin' out
[00:49.32][Verse 2: Esoteric]
[00:49.83]We the gorillas, its the season of Ichi The Killer
[00:52.44]Your CD is filler so we beef like manilla
[00:54.81]My sneakers: peach and vanilla
[00:56.43]Call me Michael Jordan while recordin'
[00:58.23]Slide a sword inside your organs
[01:00.66]How real is ES for that scrilla?, I build with godzillas
[01:03.30]Militant flotillas that believe in shootin' first like Reggie Miller
[01:09.66]To leave you lookin' like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover
[01:12.48][Chorus: Celph Titled]
[01:12.99]Soldiers stand up [UP!]
[01:14.28]Ready the artillery
[01:15.51]SALUTE! your comrade
[01:17.25]Eliminate the enemy
[01:18.42]Fire in the hole [hole!]
[01:19.89]We lettin our grenades [blow!]
[01:21.33]It's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out
[01:24.27][Bridge: Celph Titled]
[01:24.75]By now you should know theres no ****ing around
[01:28.35]It's the Army and it's goin' down
[01:31.11]We came to take it all
[01:35.31][Verse 3: Celph Titled]
[01:35.88]I wish a mother****er would yap their lips
[01:37.71]'Cause whether I'ma rap or load a clip
[01:42.18]At crackhouses, I'm out with, real killers not rappers
[01:45.00]Who keep pumps on our lap like we inflicted with asthma
[01:47.85]Addicted to disaster, every last bullet, I ain't savin' none
[01:51.15]Can't say hi to my neighbors 'cause I might wave a gun
[01:53.61]Aim at the sun and you can shoot for the stars
[01:59.04]We known to keep your head an obstruction
[02:00.81]Preach death and destruction
[02:08.07]'Cause we store bullets in cat shelters so there's no strays
[02:10.59][Verse 4: Esoteric]
[02:11.10]We sinkin' arrows through your mink and pink apparel
[02:13.35]The pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity
[02:18.18]Your way of thinkin' is narrow
[02:19.65]We breakin' bones baby, drinkin' the marrow
[02:21.81]These psychics blink at my Tarot (You serious?) That's hilarious
[02:25.17]You rollin' up in chariots and leave in wheelbarrows
[02:27.69]I'll have you wrapped in plastic just like the food in fruit baskets
[02:30.60]I'll have your crew in suit jackets, all sad when viewing the casket
[02:33.45]Now they pursue and attack us to rep for you and get back at me
[02:36.48]But I'm rollin' with the army, mother****er you can ask for me
[02:40.02]And even when I'm outnumbered, I shut 'em down
[02:42.09]Like Teddy Bruschi and I proved it in the past so don't you **** around
[02:45.66]Call me stupendous with sentences, pen a genesis
[02:48.24]Chemists with seven venomous menaces on your premesis
[02:51.33]We write the Torture Papes, orchestrate ways to slaughter fakes
[02:54.06]Formulate tapes and tour the states, I can ride with Norman Bates
[02:57.15](Chorus)
[02:57.42](Bridge)
Yeah, haha
Turn the lights on, party's over mother****ers
Celph Titled the ammunition magician
The Esoterrorist
It's the Army of the Pharaohs for real for real
Back with the "Kill-Death-Murder", you better check your computers
I won't ever cheat on my bitch 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
**** 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
We the gorillas, its the season of Ichi The Killer
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
How real is ES for that scrilla?, I build with godzillas
Militant flotillas that believe in shootin' first like Reggie Miller
To leave you lookin' like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover
Soldiers stand up
Ready the artillery
SALUTE! your comrade
Eliminate the enemy
Fire in the hole
We lettin our grenades
It's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out
By now you should know theres no ****ing around
It's the Army and it's goin' down
We came to take it all
I wish a mother****er would yap their lips
'Cause whether I'ma rap or load a clip
At crackhouses, I'm out with, real killers 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
We known to keep your head an obstruction
Preach death and destruction
'Cause we store bullets in cat shelters so there's no strays
We sinkin' arrows through your mink and pink apparel
The pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity
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, mother****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 **** 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)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:05.70]Yeah, haha
[00:05.88]Turn the lights on, party's over mother****ers
[00:08.55]Celph Titled the ammunition magician
[00:10.77]The Esoterrorist
[00:12.12]It's the Army of the Pharaohs for real for real
[00:13.86][Verse 1: Celph Titled]
[00:14.40]Back with the "Kill-Death-Murder", you better check your computers
[00:17.46]I won't ever cheat on my bitch but I'll still sleep with a luger
[00:20.22]You can see my reflection in the chrome, it stays blazin'
[00:22.92]I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors
[00:25.14]Kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers
[00:27.60]So every time after that you hearin' the Wu-Tang torture skit, and you havin a seizure
[00:31.86]**** your street cred, I'll turn your street red
[00:34.26]I'll skin the head of a skinhead
[00:35.73]Celph Titled and ES raisin' hell without Pinhead
[00:38.34]It's been said the Pharaohs immortalize rhymes
[00:40.50]We kept heist plans in a trapper keeper -- that's organized crime
[00:43.77]You might arrive in a stretch limo, tinted out
[00:45.81]But you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin' out
[00:49.32][Verse 2: Esoteric]
[00:49.83]We the gorillas, its the season of Ichi The Killer
[00:52.44]Your CD is filler so we beef like manilla
[00:54.81]My sneakers: peach and vanilla
[00:56.43]Call me Michael Jordan while recordin'
[00:58.23]Slide a sword inside your organs
[01:00.66]How real is ES for that scrilla?, I build with godzillas
[01:03.30]Militant flotillas that believe in shootin' first like Reggie Miller
[01:09.66]To leave you lookin' like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover
[01:12.48][Chorus: Celph Titled]
[01:12.99]Soldiers stand up [UP!]
[01:14.28]Ready the artillery
[01:15.51]SALUTE! your comrade
[01:17.25]Eliminate the enemy
[01:18.42]Fire in the hole [hole!]
[01:19.89]We lettin our grenades [blow!]
[01:21.33]It's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out
[01:24.27][Bridge: Celph Titled]
[01:24.75]By now you should know theres no ****ing around
[01:28.35]It's the Army and it's goin' down
[01:31.11]We came to take it all
[01:35.31][Verse 3: Celph Titled]
[01:35.88]I wish a mother****er would yap their lips
[01:37.71]'Cause whether I'ma rap or load a clip
[01:42.18]At crackhouses, I'm out with, real killers not rappers
[01:45.00]Who keep pumps on our lap like we inflicted with asthma
[01:47.85]Addicted to disaster, every last bullet, I ain't savin' none
[01:51.15]Can't say hi to my neighbors 'cause I might wave a gun
[01:53.61]Aim at the sun and you can shoot for the stars
[01:59.04]We known to keep your head an obstruction
[02:00.81]Preach death and destruction
[02:08.07]'Cause we store bullets in cat shelters so there's no strays
[02:10.59][Verse 4: Esoteric]
[02:11.10]We sinkin' arrows through your mink and pink apparel
[02:13.35]The pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity
[02:18.18]Your way of thinkin' is narrow
[02:19.65]We breakin' bones baby, drinkin' the marrow
[02:21.81]These psychics blink at my Tarot (You serious?) That's hilarious
[02:25.17]You rollin' up in chariots and leave in wheelbarrows
[02:27.69]I'll have you wrapped in plastic just like the food in fruit baskets
[02:30.60]I'll have your crew in suit jackets, all sad when viewing the casket
[02:33.45]Now they pursue and attack us to rep for you and get back at me
[02:36.48]But I'm rollin' with the army, mother****er you can ask for me
[02:40.02]And even when I'm outnumbered, I shut 'em down
[02:42.09]Like Teddy Bruschi and I proved it in the past so don't you **** around
[02:45.66]Call me stupendous with sentences, pen a genesis
[02:48.24]Chemists with seven venomous menaces on your premesis
[02:51.33]We write the Torture Papes, orchestrate ways to slaughter fakes
[02:54.06]Formulate tapes and tour the states, I can ride with Norman Bates
[02:57.15](Chorus)
[02:57.42](Bridge)
Brap brap!
Hahahaha!
Kamach!
Section Eight Egyptians!
What up couso?
Demoz!
Louie Dogs!
Hahahaha!
Yeah!
Genocide General...
Yo, everything I see is *...
You might be the proud new father
I am their future martyr
Who slaughters like blood is the new water
Who's darker, who owns a tooth sharpener
Who's p...
Celph Titled: Yeah! It's the God Damned Army.
Chief Kamachi:
Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap
Blood on the tarot pack, the power black
St...
Chief Kamachi:
Yeah, uh
The dark arts
AOTP, yeah
Feel like the nineties right here don't it
Yeah uh uh, uh uh take 'em back
Yeah, yo
Chief Kamachi:
Yo...
Yeah...it's murders...plenty murders
Pharaoh clique, baby
For whom the bells toll, Vinnie Paz, I call hell home
Put the ratchet to the side of your f...
I could talk bitches out of they jeans
Gold diggers out of they cream
Little wannabe rap mother****as out of they dreams
I'm slick, I could talk a hus...
It is said that once an entire army marched against him,
A real army.
1,2,1,2
Pharaoh **** bitch
Yo, I live life according to the Low End Theory,
Mos...
I lick a shot in the sky
You a bitch, one of 700 Solomon's wives
My glock is a nine
My thirty-eight Wesson a beautiful bitch
You rhyme like a hoe, fin...
Messenger Boy: But the Thesselonian you're fighting...
he's the biggest man I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him."
Achilles: " That's why no o...