King Among Kings (Explicit)

King Among Kings - Army of the Pharoahs
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
Yo 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
In the trim on the gold coffin where my demo's kept
It's Kamachi my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned
I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
I'm Violent By Design with the scope in the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
I'm in the desert with fatigues try'na focus the germ
Yeah and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming what to Allah
Y'all try'na play heavenly angels
Get ya halos mangled in the throat of ya saviour strangled
Enough to baffle your ears a little shrapnel
From the chapel stairs
Ayyo my flow is pain
I feel nothing I'm bleeding Novacain
This is a soldier game f**k 'em buck 'em blow his brain
I camel-clutch mics put ya f**kin' soul in flames
Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name
We f**kin' load and aim ayyo Chief Kamach
Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops
We talking w**d and rocks Desert E's and glocks
The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
I only f**k around with I'll rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage
Stealth and all the I'll 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
Master builder
Rap British Bulldog boy ask Mathilda
Cats with the steel young god
The soul benders with uncontrollable tempers
Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was heaven's scapegoat members
Yonder yo the money folder with that funky odour
Don't get it twisted like I'm speakin' with the tongue of Yoda
You stay behind the voices like a cock-less thunder quoter
I'm sayin' f**k the voices like a foreign country soldier
Shay's worthy my family play dirty
We continue to diss you discontinue like a J-30
Money wants you killed
Yo you better tell cause'
To rely on M-16s like D-12 does
It's the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat you're hardly a scarecrow
We provide you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero
So move back bandejo you dealin' with a lot of these guys
Who 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 gonna hop your top off and brains come out
Ni**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 sleepin' 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**kin' scab off