Army Of The Pharaohs Bloody Tears Lyrics

(Die m____fucka, die)
AOTP s___ n____
(die m____fucka....)
(Die m____fucka, die)

[Verse 1: Planetary]

Top Gun in this rap s___
cop guns to blast s___ n____ what's the meaning of that
s___'s scheming to blast a smith and westin' was hood
I'm grown, now I gotta start protecting my goods
I gotta start protecting every one of my kids
I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (That's my s___)
I gotta have a fresh pair J's for the whizz
if not trees, if not that i ain't handle my bizz
a screwed up way to live
but that's me, follow my lead it is what it is (my n____z)
i hold steel in the hour of chaos
and hurdle through the base heads
just tryin' to play with the odds
im not the type of n____ to claim god
but dog i heard you spit
dont quit your day job
i've always been the cat to slave hard
hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card

[Verse 2: Doap Nixon]

Busting claps and cheers, all we want is respect
you f___ers are wild lame, yall aint nothing to sweat, UH
still certified greens and tan trees
still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees
the last time you seen vinnie paz and kenny spaz
we was blazed up in a cab, waving a semi- mag
that was the time i dropped out of college
the god of law thought he would go on his own
instill knowledge, knowledge
kinda rediculous the way i get in this s___
some felt ignorant, but we felt innocent
so for now on i will guard you now strong
n____s want war i get you murked by a wild ???
The only reason I ain't on and my n____s is on
is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that i'm sitting on
till I seen there wasn't nothing there
from my eyes to me ears I got stains and b_____ tears

[Chorus: Demoz]

AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P
(Die mother f___er, die)
f___ing with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, searchin' for your presidents
(Die mother f___er, die)
Make up the break up, I don't wanna wake up, before I got my cake up
(Die mother f___er, die)
AOTP, on top we be he he he he
(Die mother f___er, die)

[Verse 3: Demoz]

The psycho's back strong enough to push the Eifel back
Halloween mask Michael's back
Stay in your lane, you no named n____s get lipo'd up
lose weight when the rifle bust I don't like you f___s
They want my life I want 5 mics Problem is i'm unsigned hype
f___ is the deal, give me life in the booth with no f___ing appeal
I bet you my left lung they can't f___ with the skill
I bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma
it's the front street terrorist I ride like Osama
there's a thin line between a p____ and a fool
but these f__gots they keep acting like snitching is cool
these f__gots they keep acting like I ain't a beast
till their face is found next to their sons under the beach
food for the crabs mission accomplished n____ take it in blood.

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

I'm Jesus in reverse, the son of satan with a fire arm
water to blood, apocalyptic fire storm
you a sucka rapper, never know what side you on
I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone
a 16 of mine murder your entire song
9M submachine is long like your entire arm
im a loud mouth f___a not a quiet storm
I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone
never nothin soft, everythin' a violent song
kanye west gay rapper thats when lines are drawn
kwest hit me with a beat like the italian mob
it aint even beef no more, its hillshire farm
i aint gonna leave your family any time to mourn
my clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm
the same palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam
and I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone

[Chorus: Demoz]

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]

c___ sucka (hahaha)
blatt blatt, yeah
big Louis Doggs (yeah)
the genocide general (mother f___er)
don't miss (AOTP)
demoz
planetary
AOTP
quest on the beat
It ain't a game baby
blatt blatt, hahaha
c___ sucka

(Die m____fucka, die)...