Army Of The Pharaohs Pages In Blood Lyrics

[Intro - Vinnie Paz]
Brap brap!
Hahahaha!
Kamach!
Section Eight Egyptians!
What up couso?
Demoz!
Louie Dogs!
Hahahaha!
Yeah!
Genocide General...

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yo, everything I see is f___ing dead,
Bullets everywhere, f___ing red.
I need the meat to be complete,
give me the f___ing bread.
We smoke to get high,
Shoot guns dust and lead,
Struggle to get by:
Shoot nuns, nothing said.
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five,
You a p____ I'm a f___in' cat that got nine lives,
I keep the ratchet with me that's where the nine hides,
Italian m_________er come from where wine thrives.
We from Philly we was trapped in the dirt,
Where the young boys clap at you then clap at your earth,
Yeah, so I suggest that you should clap at them first,
'Cause here in Philly we got s___ that make the back of you burst!

[Chorus - Demoz]
Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man,
'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil,
I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people,
Please be patient.
Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man,
'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil,
I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people,
Please be patient.

[Verse 2 - Demoz]
n____ you gon' end up dead or dead broke,
You gon' end up in the trunk with your head poke,
Tie yo' a__ up with your son to them bed posts,
Beat you in the head, then be out like the Red Ghost,
Aint a f___ing line in my rap you can dare quote,
f___ a bear-hug i'll put the game in a bear-choke,
Bear-choke n____'s out my way they forfeit,
w____s get, d___ in they mouth like Orbit,
Or Juicy Fruit,
f___ a n____ let the uzi shoot you,
I don't get high i'll give you (?), (f___ that n____)
f___ with the squad? I'll turn you (?),
You bout to get signed? Big deal whoop di doo,
Moz, slash Pharaoh true to the skill,
Don't greet me, say hello to the funeral bill,
Alot of n____'s play stupid and silly but know what they do,
When they get a little money and move out of Philly you know?

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Chief Kamachi]
Yo, yo, yo,
This preacher boy trying to tell me my mission on Earth,
Walk up in the Apostles church, pistol beserk,
Even the Devil say Chief is a sick little jerk,
Underground buzz like dirt bees that gristle the dirt,
Dear Father, i hate them f__ f___ers,
Smoking dirty weed with cups of OE at the last supper,
Got Mary table dancing, Holy Ghost tryna f___ her, (f___in' heathen!)
A hustler from Nazareth, i aint no sucker,
Might be crazy, a little out of my mind,
To the tingling of the serpent that's riding my spine,
That aspire me to climb up the fiery vine,
Out of the devilish pit where the rebelious once sit,
After inhaling one spliff, i zone to the 6's,
B-Boy barrels above cracked them crucifix's,
K-A-M-A-C-H-I, Messiah in his riches,
AOTP, i never liked you b____es!

Chorus

yet mohammed's a b____ sent to a g_______ demolition
professional swallower gave sasha grey sucking lessons
I bring your states down like financial recisions
Defcon1 is useless against my unforgivable actions
AOTP you got heat ill shorten your lifes each time I spit
yall call yourselfs cold blooded your tracks never amazed me
yall f__gots b____es ill crucify the entire littlepage familly
canibalize on your children while you watch helplessly
yall pretend to be gangsters yall suck d___s while we split yo daughter's c___s
i make satan look like a godamn fool guess where he gets his creativity from
f___ed kamachi's c___oris while he in his mother's womb
you p____es like your troops act hard on mixtapes
mold on your faces our c___s shape then lay yellow tape
f___ with my crucifix and ill f___ your b____ prophet
acting gangsta grabbing glocks boyband f___ you f__gots
f___ your imam unlike you we dont fight with a speaker
we murdured you by the thousands Sabra Shatila massacre
f___ glocks we got tanks and planes ready to drop bombs
b____ we send you one way ticket to your mother's womb
like perses we god of destruction our moto's silverplate
nuclear holocost we leave rubble and corpses in our wake
brutal like the tsar bomba when we move in for the kill
red rivers behind green hills we murder for the thrill
we ill we move in your houses your children terrified hold still
we dont kill them not until we clap you then at'em aim our galils
multiple headshots we hardcore our genocides are real
you think you hard our stories reproduce the coldest chills
aotp just got raped by Giorgio Irani