Visual Camouflage
Army of the Pharaohs
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I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times When Amen-Ra constructed temples Of unearthly design Astrologists who follow us attempt to Search for a sign now cops bother us Follow us to search for a 9 Asking Apathy to kill it in A verse or a rhyme Is ridiculous - would you ask The Silver Surfer to shine? I would murk you, murder you Turn you burgundy with the burner Burst you bubble, snuff you Uppercut you like you had nerve to Touch a Kurdish virgin in a burqa Yelling "Derka Derka" Insert you inside the dirt Vertical from the inertia Of falling out a 30 story Building like a steel worker Sipping bourbon and burpin', wobbling Bobbing - it's curtains Straight to the ground Hard enough to crack through the crust I don't care if you black or a cracker You rappers get crushed Even as a whippersnapper No one badder than us cursing and cussing Flipping cars off from the back of the bus Pharaohs Yeah, I got a reason To slaughter these villians I kept the diary of all Of these officer killings Fuckin' Moranos keep harassing my Dogs in the village but I got vet that I no OG's that'll clap on a piglet I see the fiends Don't get mine they'll just burn they cells Grimy niggas that be pissing on Floors in the jail Couple family members selling their Soul for a pill I felt betrayal in a physical form of a deal They shoulda kept me on my fuckin' leash In the backyard with them brawlers That be crushin' teeth I never been a Houston Oiler Just a fuckin' beast Flushing careers down the toilet Understand? Capisce I'm the God of rap, Paz is just evil Shut your motherfuckin' mouth While I'm speakin' Vinnie snatch a motherfucker I'll steal a capresso Slaughter-cal article Oracle He gets a vessel why would I ever question Whether he was successful? Murder rapper You dirty rapper eatin' the cesspool I have a hundred motherfuckers that's Eager to check you And a bunch of Sicilianos that's Eager to get you i never felt any remorse Never seen me regretful The nine circles of Hell is For the demon essential I feel like 'Pac when he See through the threshold I'm Bray Wyatt dummy You ain't too eager to wrestle Squeeze the pretzel, reason I met you Was either to wet you or Breath in your mental And leave your essentials The reason I treat 'em like suckas They fucking suckas B It's not a feature list It's names of people that Can't f*ck with me ruptured teeth Structured beef more than Epic Meal does Crack your egg with a 40 Watch what Eric Steel does Kitchen cuisine, position supreme Sick with the scheme, the victim's your team I don't need liquor and lean To make 'em viciously scream Rather use the muffle You sell drugs and use drugs And confuse it with hustle Them steroids big you up While abusing your muscle break your circle Turn around and then use it to cut you Oh you a UFC fighter? (Word) Let's see if you could be a Uzi survivor I'ma shoot on arrival Get money and rob jewelry (Ya heard) Let them shots turn your Diddy Bop to a Funky Watusi You will contort and have a seizure (Yup) No barbers here but we'll put A part in your Caesar Scan our QR code and see an AR scope You won't be seen again 'til We do a Séance show And my AK though? Got a knife on the tip For anybody want action Put a price on the bitch I pay marketing teams to promote my records I get paid to promote gun Violence and talk reckless (what?) My Saint Bernard keep a Artillery in his barrel (good boy) This ain't a magic wand or baton It's just that Tec with the airholes I spray that Tec in the AM Make you Sway In The Morning And at night it's just Your family - cryin', prayin' and mourning Verses ain't biased yo Eso ain't hired help You can find Zeus die himself, I'm a hunter Orion's Belt wrapped around my waist Lion's pelt wrapped around my face Seamus Ryan melts tracks, your lord I don't pop molly or rock Tom Ford You riding shotty in a hoopty You in Tom's Ford I don't listen to that new shit I'm a psychopathic vinyl addict Put the needle on a record, let me grab it Bars are automatic, no casual listeners Their all fanatics No actual prisoners - they gotta have it Like ghetto I didn't grow up listening to heavy metal I was on a Rakim diet But find me in that metal Mask from Quiet Riot I incite a riot when I spit bull Dressed like Pitbull Walkin' a lab that swears to God he's a pitbull Servin' 'em well, you could get touched I got the reach of Nerlens Noel Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high Scalp them 'cause tonight them all gon' die
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Written by: ADRIAN GODFREY YOUNGE, CHAD AARON BROMLEY, JASON C FAUST, RYAN SEAMUS PADRAIC, TODD RYAN NEUBERT, VICTOR GURROLA, VINCENT LUVINER
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