Army of the Pharaohs - Feast of the Wolves Lyrics

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Celph Titled, Apathy yeah, walk with me!

It's the return of the most
Fuckin' grimy on Earth
It's a funeral in every single
Line of my verse your mind'll just burst
With every line of Solomon's curse
Fuck a hummer
Vinnie Pazienza drivin' a hearse
It climb to reverse
Like the lyrics on a dirty record
I carry thirty weapons
Burn you with my dirty desert
Should learn to accept it
It's a path of destruction
I earn my wage with the 38
You Paz will be buckin'
It's no fuckin' discussion
I'm as hard as granite
I hope my vocal will choke you
And then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic
Pharaohs is causin' a panic
Arms will be brawlin' with planet
Saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a 40 cal (40 cal)
I used to tell my
Older brother, "Little shorty, wow"
(Shorty wow)
But that was then daddy, this is now
You can suck my dick
You little fuckin' bitch
So blucka-blucka-blaow you better make way
The motherfucking wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit, no
We ain't having it
(Tell'em) You heard we came down
(Smack 'em) if they make a sound
(NO) We ain't backing down
(NO) we ain't repping them
Get 'em? We got 'em
(Pick 'em up, pick 'em up)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em
(Understand what I'm saying?)
Get 'em? We got 'em
(Pick 'em up, pick 'em up)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em
(Understand what I'm saying?)

Fuck around with the Army and get a split wig
Like Santa Claus
Bringing gifts to a crips' crib
Cause you're the type that a phony
When you try to fight
Hide behind a bouncer and your
Homies when wild'n right
Nowadays, faggot nerd poets be
Trying to write
On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite
The foamiest fall
Like foliage when they brawl
Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all
Like the planets revolve around
Suns and space
I got plans that involve large guns and waste
I got flows that evolve beyond the human race
Try to spit 'em in your lips or
Off your tongue and your face
I'm toxic waste
I'm top-secret box lock the safe
I'm blocks with shot cops
Only dropped in lakes
I'm crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste
To put the fiends into space
Where the rockets race

Yo, is there heaven for a gangster?
No, but there's hell for a faggot
Put on my work outfit
With a belt for my ratchet
You gonna melt when the gats spit
Shoot your mother at your funeral
She fell in the casket
How convenient is that shit?
Shoot a flare at my troops
And we letting the gats flame 'em
Put stairs in the booth
And we stepping our rap game up
I'm a boss, but I take orders
From gun exporters plus I got a keen sense
For sniffing out tape recorders
You a snitch? We'll rape your daughter
And bring her down to the
Basement to tape record her
Get your best entertainment lawyer
Cause we about to extort ya
Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw ya
We'll saw ya
With the Black and Decker, slice savagely
I don't gotta use God's name in vain
To get my soldiers to blasphemy
And I won't say I'm the best
Since Rakim and Pac and Em' better yet
I'm the best since Mozart & Bach and them