Текст песни Army Of The Pharaohs - All Shall Perish

The Torture Papers
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Hardcore Rap / Underground Rap
Исполнитель: Army Of The Pharaohs
Альбом: The Torture Papers
Длительность: 04:13
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Загрузил: SmokeDogg

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Yeah, A.O.T.P., come on.... Underground legends......yeh... Yeah Army Of The motherfuckin' Pharaohs What I'm sayin', independent, Warriors takin' over the game What I'm sayin' it's time for y'all to lay down and I'm sayin' we back, it been to long What I'm sayin', the deer hunter's here [Verse 1: C.Kamachi] Ain't no need to know my ethno, cause worldwide is where my respect go My flow is multi-spectral, like I'm space based on LSD in trance state dancin' techno Tellin' y'all haters to let go It's enough beef but we vegetarian observe the spiritual laws Purify ya channels and clearly hate ya flaws So I wouldn't have to convince you that you wack and shouldn't be here at all Kamachi's this and that I hear it all, I see you run from ya squad screamin' I wasn't even there wit y'all I start wars with the tongue like it's a lesbian alm Talk with that Thesbian charm, And you can let ya stereos amp this It's the old english, pamphlets of a hoodlum Hamlet Under literary FBI cameras scanned it daddy (yeah, Ha ha ha ha shit is child's play man) [HOOK:] Don't let ya life be the aim of pure misery Don't let this night keep ya frame on floors shivering This pain and strife can no longer exist to me Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery [x2] [Verse 2: King Syze] I'm an assault author, shockin' volts mixed wid water Disturbin' the law and order when I'm ballin' for the future We them better kids, rap flows throughout my heritage And let it live you reppin' shit where's the evidence All I see and hear is poison in my ears I kill a track, choke slam the snare, And let the sample live another day Save it for another chase hunt it down wid my brothers Outerspace Tried once but my career's built off anger I'm bout to leave these raps alone and load bangers It's just the words from a slave rapper Tryna bring the game back talkin' to the same master I'm takin' a stand, my shit expands beyond makin' a band That talks and storms upon forsaken lands So when approachin' bring your best shit wit you When I break it down you can take the rest wit you word [HOOK] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeh this is bars of death, we merkin' everybody God is next Vicious raw literatures pure as Ghandi's flesh Bomb to the chest, let ya breath cave in A heart attack to bring the horror back Wes Craven It make no sense waitin', the team risen Like Pakistan and India liberated by Britain, We got rid of dead weight the vision's sharp and cleaner Like the assassination attempt of Da Cartagena We like a zombie feature, cause it ain't nothin' sweet And it ain't nobody that's fuckin' wid us on the street We reinventin' the wheel cousin the cycle dead We push the rock and we bark like we Michael Red I gave you life instead, gave you rice and bread I think it's time that I separate the disciple head, That's probably the only thing that can calm me Vinnie Pazzienza it's the motherfuckin' Army
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