Interpret:

Army of the Pharaohs

Album:

The Unholy Terror

"Your honour, this notebook contains written notes… Notice the spectacular changes of writing style, of tone, and of opinions. What you have in front of your eyes are intimate thoughts of many different personalities. If you’ll allow me to explain, thank you."






I’ll lick a shot in the sky, a war dawn, y’all gone, cousin Optimus Prime
 You a bitch, one of seven hundred Solomon’s wives
 I was in Constantinople during Ottoman’s shine
 My Glock is a nine, my .38 Wesson a beautiful bitch
 You rhyme like a ho find a more suitable pitch
 You about to find out why German Lugers exist
 Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
 It ain’t a single man living can fuck with the beast
 Gay rapper altar boy, you fucking the priest
 Fuck a cop dirty pig, we bucking police
 Dirtbag can’t make money, he’s stuck in the streets






What you think? I’m sitting in this cage for nothing
 If they release me it’s curtains, that’s why I live in the dungeon
 All black, nothing lit up, I set up walls
 And hang bodies that I hit up, can’t fit us all
 Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip
 Paz sitting with artillery to blow you to bits
 Shit, King Syze with the get-away
 All-black Yukon, shoes on everything
 Gunplay nowadays more frequent
 More real niggas mad falling off the deep end
 And your life depends on me
 I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze




(Chorus)
Start a riot in here, now who with me?
 Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
 Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
 This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me


Start a riot in here, now who with me?
 Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
 Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
 This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me






Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow
 I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pita roll
 Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs
 I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on
 Satanic candles lit in my recording room
 I’m making hits singing songs on death in autotune
 Put a bear trap on your ankle, drop you off at Footlocker
 Mug the manager like what the fuck’s popping?
 Punks dropping while I stand tall
 You see me, you’ve seen the greatest rapper, modern man’s fall
 Electric meat shaver, that’s a modern man’s saw
 Precision chop limbs after I bodyslam y’all






Hands off, body chopper, bloody opera singer
 Satan’s trigger finger, rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
 Freddy Kruger sweater rocker, Beretta cocker
 I dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia before they spot me on security cams
 My maturity shows when I take these young rappers and I murder their flows
 Including Weezys and Jeezys, if I had a genie
 I’d make major label rappers Ice Cubes and Eazys
 Monster with the freeze when I’m conquering MCs
 I be airing rappers out like I’m sponsored by Febreeze
 If you stop to get some Zs I just haunt you in your dreams
 Smuggle yey from Medellín and vacation in Belize




[Chorus]
Start a riot in here, now who with me?
 Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
 Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
 This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me


Start a riot in here, now who with me?
 Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
 Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
 This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me