Ninkyo Dantai (Yakuza) (Album: "In Death Reborn" (2014)) (ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS LYRICS)

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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
My aura shine, a fourth design a fashionist
On another level, on another masterpiece
You can't be a true force if you lacking heat
It can't be a true song if it's lacking me
Order is a physical reality
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, think anatomy
Actually I am the second coming of the Maccabee
It's Saturday Night Live, y'all part of the casualties
Fractionally I improve power to y'all
I've ripped my heart out and moved mountains for y'all
I am God, I am every single fountain to y'all
Y'all {censored} here's a flower for y'all

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Got an extra clip on my hips so I can clip a hipster
School a schoolteacher, my finger intrigued with the trigger
Hit a lick, flip a brick for the right fee
Hotel concierge, I swipe keys
Sorry, but I got a fetish for cabbage
Got Obamacare fiends that got medicine habits
MY mucus will mutilate
My phlegm flies
And flattens you flapping flailing founders flipping off my dinner plate
Grizzly bear appetite, get the fraction right
Pay me more, my negotiation tool be an AT4
Leave lames in the morgue
Or dead bitch dissection getting brain from a whore

[Hook: x2]
You aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof
Whole clique's insane, spit flames right out the booth
Playing fields locked cause the Army's back in
Underground king shit ever since back then

[Verse 3: Blacastan]
In Death Reborn we disassemble and reform
Shatter the status quo, breaking the norm
Elevating to a newer height
Getting higher than the gas price
It's Metroid, flip the game with one life
Spit shells that'll pierce through any vest
I'm a gamer that's trapped in an NES
I escape when they press reset
This life is too short, I play hard, no regrets
I spend hours on a console chain smoking cigarettes
Back before internet
In the days of dual tape cassettes
Magnifiers melting all insects

[Verse 4: Apathy]
You better run for the hills, got a tongue full of pills
And a brain full of pain and a lung full of quills
With the poisonous tip all your boys will be hit
I'm destroying this shit, I'm steroids when I spit
You jump into the void to avoid my clique
I'm paranoid and sick, I'm [?] bitch
Here to save what the faggot rappers put in the grave
Cassette deck in my chest I'm harder than Soundwave
The bold and the brave I would rather be cold in a cave
Hiding out than be sold like a slave
Name embroiled and engraved on an old gold blade
Be afraid we could raid, foes homes you get slain

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Esoteric]
I accept your surrender
Yo
I'm known to behead a competitor, machete a predator
With the pen I black out like a Ebony editor
I've been deading rappers since Kennedy was a senator
Ryan said 'em with obscenities my pen's the offender
I'm underhand to a black market, dismember a rap artist
Sell meth to Damien, hearse don't play me for a verse
Pay me for protection, I'll mangle them in a session
I'll strangle them with a weapon, I dangle them from a ledge
An orangutan with a tec and I'm aiming, it's my profession
I put 'em in a box, rectangular dimensions
A coffin so I can bury 'em off in a cemetery
And talk like a barbarian
Cut 'em like a Cesarean

[Verse 6: Planetary]
Bonny and Clyde shit with the lady at Pompeii
Paparazzi on me, got me feeling like Kanye
Shoot past the camera, fly north to Canada
Samurai sword first class for the massacre
Behold the legend, beheading rappers in seconds
I'm deading half of your henchmen
The rest I'm bashing with weapons
Stop asking the question, the Army coming
Hand grenades invade your party, Dem or Republican
Shoving faces in ovens
Hear the bass? It's thumping
Outerspace is outlaw, outlining your stomach
Outshining the public
Out rhyming and hustling
You out your damn mind, doubting you can't fuck with it

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Digital War (Album: "In Death Reborn" (2014)) (ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS LYRICS)

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[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I run with grand smugglers, Afghanistan cush puffers (who else?)
Future lung cancer sufferers (that's us)
We perform illegal operations, like bad Windows software
Draped in ninja assault gear
Engineered cross hairs, my target [?]
Money farmer, I stay harvesting commerce
Turn down your offers, piss on your eight thou'
I live a lonely life, my only friend is Paypal
Vest over the thermal, position the blammer
Watchin' yo' family through the wall with thermo-vision, infrared on your grandma
She'll die when I say so
Telescope on top of the flamer, like Galileo

[Verse 2: Planetary]
I was walking through Mars with a pocket full of stars
Tryna think of new bars for the Army of the Gods
Lord help me to achieve all these tricks up my sleeve
Gotta pull them shits out, bring 'em out, let 'em breathe
I'm the oddity of space, camaraderie's embrace
No dicotomy but best believe autonomy's in place
For the broccoli, I make sure that homily is laced
No apologies, here till the economy is straight
I'm the reason that your baby feeling colicky today
I'm a product of the prophecy, then profit off the play
Probably pick the wallabies, the top off delay
It's that nigga Planetary, if it pop off, I stay

[Hook x2: Apathy]
I swear, rappers gettin' fucked up this year
They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to you ear, last thing you hear
Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere

[Verse 3: Blacastan]
Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow
I'm a sniper with a rifle, sending death through the barrel
This is shotgun poetry, a slam-down symphony
Love is a battle, Pharaohs is my infantry
Alien gun connect, plutonium gats
Sendin' niggas on they backs like linoleum plat
This ain't Fab Five Freddie, I'm Freddie with the knives on my gloves and I'm ready
To cut a nigga face like confetti
Fuckin' with a live nigga cheddy
I bet he never thought I'd turn his wig to spaghetti
Literally nigga I'm a lyrical vet
The stripes on my sleeve, purple hearts on my chest
Pharaoh

[Verse 4: Esoteric]
Back in the lab and attacking the pad
Huntin' down the lab rappers smacking their dad
Back when Chad was a Bangler, I would stranglin' these demons like Kurt
Angle and schemeing on Earth
Angels are leaving their words, tangle my flow
Fight in the pocket like a North Face price tag
Make you mad like a fat fuck watching the night gap
Poison ivy puttin' poison in your IV
Avoid the noise, I can destroy you toys nightly
Tom Hanks in Big, you got a little boy's psyche
Not safe from workflow, shit is unsightly
The diabolical psychological raps, what type of audio is that?
Get your body blown jack, methodically I attack
Smack rappers out their 5 panel hat
Thunder Cats using all the ammo on the racks
[?] on the street, no camel back
I step like the Hulk, all the granite on the planet crack

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Apathy]
You betta bow low, little rodent, scurry through your mouse hole
Befo' I rip the soul out your motherfuckin' mouth hole
All about doe turnin' bitches into Alpo
The world is on my dick like I stuck it in the South Pole
Open up my mouth and blow your fuckin' power out
Girls on my hot-dog similar to sauerkraut
I'm the type to upper-cut all of these Debbie Downers
Cause I spend many these hours studying Kenny Powers
King of the assholes trashing his Corvette
Bank robbers stick you the vanish into a vortex
Hand over my heart like Napoleon Bonaparte
I burn you like Joan Of Ark, you bitches get blown apart

[Verse 6: Crypt The Warchild]
They shook to death when we make the Pharaoh rise
Look in they eyes, you can see how they terrorize
Soft niggas petrify when the devil rise
Open they hearts, you can see when the terror lays
Run The Green Mile, no sweat, I'm electrified
Fire in the skies flow, higher than the clouds go
Scared money, no? Put the money where my mouth go
My dawgs gotta eat, breaking bread like it's Alpo
Corny ass nigga stacking bodies in the silo
If shit didn't flow, I would throw him where the tide flow
Rappers gassed up and they fuckin' with a pyro
Save the small talk, I ain't social I'm a psycho

[Verse 7: Vinnie Paz]
Hold the fuck up
Who this batti man pass the shotty
Winchester, military grade, catch a homy
Anybody have a problem with it, let them try me
Nobody make a fuckin' move, unless it's sanctioned by me
(I'm the fucking boss out here)
I'll let my young bull ride on ya
Waiting on another fucking letter from Andromeda
Sold out shows from Bogita to Ottawa
I just copped a YHM ray silencer
Soul of Nicolino and the mind of a philosopher
I'm a bring the motherfucking drama like an opera
Have a Siciliana shoot at you like a photographer
Deadly with the machete, ready for any conqueror
Hahahahha

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7th Ghost (Album: "In Death Reborn" (2014)) (ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS LYRICS)

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Bring the light to the dark, AOTP, yeah

[Reef the Lost Cauze:]
I self, Lord and Master
I'm not a rapper
The industry been in a nigga pockets, since Napster
So me explainin' why I'm still grinding, I don't have to
I'd sell my masters, if the cash come
Cause my girl need a new car and baby need Pampers
It's real shit, y'all never know about it ask us
Side jobs in retail, detail cars and ride trash trucks
Never complain, we never had much
The ends will justify the means it don't add up
Rap, work, and sell dope, now that's a mash-up
Kids say they wanna do this? I just crack up
I tell em stay in school, fool, you need a backup

[Doap Nixon:]
Aye-o I'm blowin' brown every day to keep the stress down
And niggas that I seem to let 'round, they always let down
So I'm building a bunch of young niggas like Brett Brown
They all ballers, keeping niggas in check so when I
Big up my set I'm paying homage to Pharaohs
And when you hear me spit, acknowledge my vowels
It's probably foul
I never change the language for change
It's slang written
Half my life gambling heists to keep that thing with 'em
Suplex mangler, but it's a cold word baby
So I'm a North Face and Cumberland whore chasin'
So knuckle up or get cutted up
Or smacked with the butt of the gun, buttercup
For trying to fuck with us
Who dumb enough to try one of us?
We peelin' your girl off the grill of a Hummer truck, when the sun come up
Who one of us? Raise your face to the skies
And watch the mortals make way for the return of the Gods
Pharaohs

[Hook: x2]
AOTP cock the latch back clack clack
OPG got the straps in the back pack
Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch-back
Punch you in the face, slap your man out his snap back

[Blacastan:]
I'm John Allen Muhammad living out of a van
Picking off bystanders with a rifle in hand
I'm demented, I'm a couple cards short of a full deck
I'm a liar, I'm the charismatic man in a pulpit
I'm AOTP, Demigods, JMT
A faith healer, healing through death on CD
I am not a role model, you should raise your own kids (come on)
I'm a dirty rap nigga with fruit flies in my crib
I'm strange, I'm deranged, I'm fascinated with death
I chain smoke cigarettes, I got terrible breath
The show's almost over, only two songs left
So cop a T-shirt, find the exit and step nigga

[Demoz:]
Aye-o fuck being a good person
I'm in the hood workin'
Smoking shit to numb my pain
I don't know if you could nurse him
Doctors can't figure out what to do with him
Once upon a time, he used to have screws in him
Now Lucifer let loose in me
They not used to me
I'm not what I used to be
I used to be a young nigga, silly state of mind
Now I'm just a nigga going crazy like he facing time (uhh)
I'm from the hood where the young die
If you don't lay low, you get hung high
Nigga I lay low, and still hang high
In my head, shit only hit the fan when your man die
I take a sip of this liquor inspired with hearses
Nobody surviving, I smoke my weed out of Bible verses
Inspire churches to sin, what?
I inspire churches to bring niggas like me in, clear of my sins but

[Vinnie:]
Why would you ever try to be God with me?
Why would you bother me, why don't you ever see prophecy?
Possibly honestly, Sodom, Gomorrah atrocity
Mephistopheles at the door to door, a monopoly
Why would you lie to me? Why would you see the Allah in me?
Am I the only one who see comedy in monogamy?
I lay back, eat [?] and sliced swordfish
Put my feet up on the table in my nice office
Black mask, black millimeter, white Porsches
Every single rhyme Vinnie write, type gorgeous

Hahahahaha listen, Pistolero Pazzie

[Hook x2]

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Sumerians (Album: "In Death Reborn" (2014)) (ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS LYRICS)

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[Scratching: LL Cool J 'Mama Said Knock You Out']
"Putting suckas in fear"
"Explosion!"

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
The underworld, the solar myth and the Osiris Code
Every fucking rhyme I write is like a lightening bolt
Father of the first divine family of finer folks
Fresh pair of garment in every kind of designer coat
I ain't saying I'm the greatest but I'm kinda close
Iller than Tato Laviera playing dominoes
My fist blows through iron nose and body blows
My young bull got nice hands and snotty nose
Your team putrid your dream lucid, your body froze
Dying is the only way you'll ever spot a ghost
The rhyme dope like what Verbal Kent is to Keyser S�ze
Bitch get on your knees please it's time to choke

[Verse 2: Blacastan]
Black Hawk aerial, villain, serial killing
Night rage, war brigade, rancid tirades
Thirteenth century brave hearts with braid sticks swords in you
Just to watch your life fade
Perforating your flesh while scoring your rib cage
You're now rocking with the oracle rhetorical mystical sage
Palming, licking my finger while turning a page
I'd rather starve, writing bars at minimum wage
I'm never on writers block I got lyrics for days
In many ways I can show you how syllable's pay
Instead I'd rather kill you and piss on your grave
Then blame it on the evils that infected my brain

[Verse 3: Apathy]
Y'all in the presence of the Godz
It's the '94 Nas, the Fugees without the Pras
The reason you need jobs
The dictators of Oz
Santa Claus or Freddy's claws
The rebels without a pause
But please hold the applause
Known for breaking soft jaws
And taking off broads bras
I'm brothers with Lost Cauze
I'm basically Bo$$ Hog
Impatiently pacing in my basement on my days off
Trying to figure out a way that I can blow your face off
The Sumerian alien barbarian burying all you Aryans in the area
Gut 'em like Cesarean
Paleontologists follow this path of destruction
To the mouth of a volcano after massive eruptions

[Verse 4: Celph Titled]
I don't do subliminals
I send criminals
If I said you won't die, not one bit of the sentence true
(It's murder)
And in the first 48 kid
Best believe I'm killing everyone who spectated
(Even bay bay's kids)
So they never [?]
Spell the first letter of my name with a murder capital
Tommy in a trench coat
Mobbing with Vincenzo
Pharaohs been dope since y'all first heard the intro
The worst words we sent those
Our pen game insane
(Or is his brain damaged, deranged lava running through his veins?)
So watch the roaches scattering
Or it's explosives that shattering
From land to water we causing a boating accident

[Verse 5: Esoteric]
I am the deadly vendetta out for the bread and cheddar
That battle B-Boy beheader
Fans put their fists up like Jetta
When Gretta broke her set of CD, I'm redder
You David Archuleta, I'm that N.I.N.E. Beretta
Too clever
Me and the mic go together like mama Paz and bruschetta
Birds of a feather, Pharaohs flying high
Embarking on a money making en devour
You pumping Maybach Music in the Jetta
That whip is better for Eddie Vedder
To the haters I be flipping the bird like Robert Griffin the third
Duck and an eagles bitch you ain't trying to see no wits
You ain't trying to see the clique
Needle dick, lift tickets on a Penn field cause I'm staying on an ego trip

[Scratching:]
"Putting suckas in fear"
"Explosion"

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Summer Ash (Album: "Souvenir" (2014)) (BANNER PILOT LYRICS)

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The sky across this dead town bled into the west left one dim light
We're shadows on the sidewalk
We float along the cracks most of the time

Crash down on the streets that I lead to nowhere
There are days I do and days I don't care
That our story's set in dark gray
We always let the truth get in our way
But we could write another where this couldn't keep us under anymore

City blocks dissolve away
We slip between the bars
I don't plan too far ahead
So I'm not sure where we are
Far way where it's air and not the poison that we breathe
Iron and rust disappear and miles of concrete turn to sea

Crash down on streets that lead to nowhere
Cast off and drift away until there's nothing of ourselves here anymore
They're just some characters we were before

So turn down all the dark days
Kill this night
New page, all the blue skies we could write
Walking home through the catacombs
We almost got there
We almost got there

We come alive in Chapter Two
You and me without these scars
Where I'm stronger than I am
Where you're braver than you are
Where it's sun, not the coats and all the drinks that keep us warm
But tonight it's you and me against the backdrop we were born

Crash down on streets that lead to nowhere
Cast off and drift away until there's nothing of ourselves here anymore
They're just some characters we were before

So turn down all the dark days
Kill this night
New page, all the blue skies we could write
Walking home through the catacombs
We almost got there
We almost got there

If all we are we are tonight
And there are some things you can't rewrite
And I'm still reaching for a dream that broke away
And our tomorrows end up more like yesterdays

Then hold on, then hold on to me
Just hold on, just hold on to me
Cause I rely on you, you know
Cause I rely on you, you know
Cause I rely on you, you know
Cause I rely on you, you know

I can't remember how we got here
I can't remember there have been all these twists and bends
I'm not believing this is it now
I'm not believing this is where our story ends

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Matchstick (Album: "Souvenir" (2014)) (BANNER PILOT LYRICS)

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You're a match on fire
I've got all this time to burn
Blowing smoke 'til I see all of you
Before the night expires
And the ashtray overflows
We'll find ways to end up black and blue

Wayfaring somewhere west of Rome
Not tied to anywhere we go

Out on a blurry night
Laugh at the passerby
We torch these streets outside
Lit like a Broadway light
Burnt like an autumn sky
We walk outside their lines

Never sand 'em off
You're abrasive but ya know
Your rough edges are my favorite parts
Staying wide awake
When the whole world falls asleep
We keep moving like some ragged sharks

Wayfaring somewhere west of Rome
Not tied to anywhere we go

Out on a blurry night
Laugh at the passerby
We torch these streets outside
Lit like a Broadway light
Burnt like an autumn sky
We walk outside their lines

I'm so good aiming at what's hard to miss
Throwing rocks out at the road.
There's the empty days I don't exist
And then there's the nights when we explode

And I don't know if we're just two bums or poets now
In a dive bar down the road with you I'd be okay with either one
Raise a glass to a mad, mad world

And I don't know if we're just two bums or poets now
In a dive bar down the road with you I'd be okay with either one
Raise a glass to a mad, mad world

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Springless (Album: "Souvenir" (2014)) (BANNER PILOT LYRICS)

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So long since you caught the sunrise
Living in the dim light there inside your bedroom
No fun
Never any fireworks
Somehow everything blew up and made you heart burst

Wound up but going nowhere
It feels like all the world is pushing down
Outside it's starting over
And weeds like us are rising off the ground
Spring from a cracking sidewalk
There's still time to reinvent yourself
We all fall apart here sometimes
We all want to be from somewhere else

Come down
Everything is brand new
Looking like a sandbox we could run our hands through
So green and the river's so blue
I'll be on the west side bank here waiting for you

Wound up but going nowhere
It feels like all the world is pushing down
Outside it's starting over
And weeds like us are rising off the ground
Spring from a cracking sidewalk
There's still time to reinvent yourself
We all fall apart here sometimes
We all want to be from somewhere else

And I know that you're too good to go through what you've had to
But I don't know what to say now
I wish I knew how to make you okay

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