Текст песни Azrael - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, Reef The Lost Cauze

Azrael

Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun\nIf you live by this one you’ll probably die by the gun\nLaugh now cry later why you hanging your head\nGot plenty of time to answer to the angel of death\nI’m the prince of darkness, reign over the Kingdom of disaster\nRhythm get smashed, fucked, like the children of a pastor\nNigga, I’m badder, I’m misery, I’m your master\nMaking you hang it up, like folks livin' in Alaska\nI’m rated, get summer blinded, by the sun divine Damian\nIn the frontlines of Egypt, with the blood line of an alien\nI’m so defiant, the stone that broke Orions dome\nFlow tyrant, hold the ___? I strode with Giants\nThe globetrotter, spit ghost ___?\nThe old father of flows, there’s no one that goes harder\nI’m the Al Qaeda style writer, deaths an inspirador\nA life of behind these walls, get caught in my line of fire\nAnd expire, I’m the devils pitchfork in the road\nI’m torching your soul, til you sell it for a fortune of Gold\nThe fortunes foretold we all die, so live life to the fullest\nLive by the gun, die by the bullet, by the knife slicing your gullet\n(Pharaoh)\nTo blind to see the light, I envision blackness\nLive by the bloody hatchet, die from the dusty ratchet\nBack from the lake of fire, with my halo broken\nThey want reality so I give them a fatal dosage\nNiggas acting real savage? Well I barely notice\nI’m headhunting, so I ain’t trying to lose my focus\nWe the murderers, murderous, call the coroners\nTell them to stop recording us…\nNo more hope in 'em, Boxcutter open em\nThis is uncut opium, for you to put your nose up in\nGot em overdosing, head-swelling, comatosing\nOverseas flown post in, by the floating in the ocean\n(Pharaoh\nDon’t be trusting in these rappers, look how poorly they acting\nOnly seen guns bust, in Civil War reinactments\nYeah we all took that class, ___?\nSo spare your words, before you get embarrassed nerd\nWaiting for the day I’m catching you\nYou could have MMA fighters protecting you, pussy I’m still wrecking you\nYour idol, the one you wish you could perform like\nDrop classic albums, you can’t even get one song right\nA couple songs like, but not cause you speaking on 'em\nIt’s cause the beat was banging, and had dope features on it\nIt’s Reefo on it, you got a rats spine, a chickens heart\nAnd a weasels stomach, what are you?\nYou little hawk you, you fucking pig\nI split your wig, so what you on kid?\nDope or dog food?\nThis ain’t a warning, this a promise boy\nCause I’m your motherfucking Dad, and I won’t raise a Mommas boy\nYeah my family hate you, we rallying\nI was chilling, but then y’all propagated the problem\nLet it wash over you, let you pray to the Lion\nIf the Father disrespect me, the baby is dying\nWhat’s gon' happen when the inmates raid the asylum?\nIt ain’t one of you motherfuckers crazy as I am\nKilling you stupid motherfuckers is fish in the barrel\nHigh Priest, the very temple, I am a Pharaoh\nCrypt the Warchild, the bow, I am the arrow\nI get under you skin Lord, I am the marrow\nWe could go gun for gun, battle for battle\nWe could go sun for sun, mine is a Pharaoh