Interpret:

Army of the Pharaohs

Album:

The Unholy Terror

(Intro)
I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn’t be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that’s not bull; that’s truth. I’ve went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I’m mad at you I’m coming forward. You’d have to shoot me to stop me and if you don’t kill me… you’re stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you..






They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers
 You at the auction, I’m boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
 Nigga I’m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over
 I’m a cancer nigga no chemo
 I’m dancing with satanic people, life is illegal
 I’m heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
 I’m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
 Calm before the storm’s Katrina nigga, I’m drawn
 Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
 Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven
 I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
 I’m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
 I’m close to perfection with rap nigga I’m flawless
 I’m God’s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness
 Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit
 I scorch your clique, nigga I’m back again






If I ain’t on my grind then I’m high trying to take your cheque
 I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain’t break a sweat
 AKs and Techs make em vacate a set
 If he ain’t trying to pay his debt  then we gotta spray his neck
 You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville
 Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real
 Fuck a bitch, I’ll leave a nigga burnt for real
 Signed to the streets but the judge ain’t served the deal
 I just turn the wheel, hit em in the back pocket
 Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot
 Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I’m mangled
 And I’m about to catch a motherfucking homicide
 This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it’s fucking hot
 I don’t wanna go away I’m like an addict in his fucking prime
 Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
 If there’s tension in the room then you know it’s coming from me






We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
 One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
 This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
 Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain


We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
 One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
 This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
 Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain






My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
 Different question cousin same answer
 Y’all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane’s dancer
 But there’s a method to my madness unusual still
 They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
 We push a lot of everything but it’s usually krill
 We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
 I thought a lot of destiny but it’s truthfully real
 That could make a warrior like Zeus if he’s truthfully ill
 I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
 Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss
 It’s Armageddon when I ball up the fist
 It’s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift
 I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
 I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
 I’m a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit
 That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip






Niggas try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk
 Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk
 Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk
 My niggas upstate squared with the fried  shock
 This for y’all wild out when your cell’s cracked
 You know your time’s short when they trying to send your mail back
 We catch bodies for the love of the block
 I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
 So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block
 One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock
 Yeah say I’m steamed when I’m pulling a scam quick
 Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas
 Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour
 And you’s a pussy, where I’m from that’s the name of a coward
 So when you get your weight up I’m already in power
 Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs






We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
 One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
 This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
 Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain


We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
 One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
 This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang
 Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain