7l - HWB

I exit out of my sarcophagus Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes Abolishes, to the darkness of Mephistopheles Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis Conquered this, from a fetus to genius Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy Born to a storm on the seas of Galilee Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius Pilate I walk naked in the house of David with pride Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Komeini I break in half, Satan's staff with ancient math I wait and laugh, create a fucking blood bath I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps Like cateracts your habitat is Halifax Once I run you out your native city Shea's committee is pretty witty we show no pity I deflate then separate wack MCs who replicate Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate I devastate, homosapian metabolism Like human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism My precision makes incisions on your acrotism Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix That's the basics Hologram brought The Matrix To fake kids Fifty dead MCs to my credit Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric In this the final conflict high powers and commandant's to enlist this The fluid I spit is viscous Without so much as whispers And with the swiftness of what you transisted Can carry info, a window's left where your wrist is Directly cut by my discus Forged upon the anvils of Hephaestus ------ hand skills I slam your damn grill Execute in Greco-Roman holds Roll in Trojan battle gear Exploding through the atmosphere I saddle fear, read cerebral centipedes As evil steeds the feeble flee Holdings severed rapper's heads toward the sky as trophies Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of Loki I hated your verse so I went back in time And waved a dirk at your mother's warm uterus To kill you before you were born Like fried yolks my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks It's time to die folks You think that I joke I leave you die slow Your wrists are broken, tied to horses Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions Dissection of my anatomy Will lead to the unveiling of what it shield In a tiny tyno wielding A giant computer body Which is similar to RoboTech Downloaded wreck From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso's neck

Uh, AOTP in this nigga We don't rumble no more I will take it back and disrespect a nigga sly to you before I pull that ratchet out I'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw, and uh Your eyes can't hit what they can't see The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked My whole team got laced, half of them rich The other half, originate from the best part My right will leave your face covered with stretch-marks When the swellin' go down, I'm tellin' ya clowns The next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds, and uh This is warfare, niggas in war gear The AOTP, whole roster is all here So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog I have my nigga Reef tie your moms to tree with barb The heavy metal king hold big shit I cock the heaters Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters Every move I make righteous, God Allah can see us Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus Peace to every man, woman and child To Mohammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal You a swine eater that means all your energy foul I'm a divine leader that means all my enemies bow Yeah, but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild Don't attempt to ever get me to smile Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child Behold a Pale Horse, y'all niggas is running a frail course (Get up!) Ain't nothin' better than smellin' a stale corpse Depicted, through your skeleton, wear elegant gloves Purple blood on the fingers we lock from hell and above The shell from a slug, turn grizzly bears into cubs I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the club Its nothin' to us, we bustin' militant verses Belligerent syndicate, we spit the gift and the curses You niggas worthless, I see you in the cypher with ya backpack I'm way past that, may God strike ya You sounded like you was reading, you was off-beat even So you left with ya jaw leakin', I punished 'em all speakin' We all beefin', niggas is running rampid I curve verbs, the type that can serve Sampras Y'all all infantile niggas in pampers There's no cure to my sickness, I'm rap's cancer Lets get it crackin' what happened to all a y'all? These QD stars got the people screaming for encore We love raw, direct, uncut raw And ya little particles we bound to dust and mop Rap shit is my rope, and I ain't givin' a slack Main question in the air man, who bringin' it back? Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust" Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust Don't ever strike me, rollin' with Crypt that's more than likely My Daily operation for the cash on the nightly We all icy, hustle just for the grams And breaking bread with the Pharaohs man, that's part of the plan (It go, it go, it go) Food off your plate I scrape, I will never cater Demoz tryin' to come up like a elevator Green money, make paper, like I own a forest He's funny, rap name should be Martin Lawrence Never hated, I ain't tryin' say I never made it Now my confidence is high like it's medicated Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain I'm off the wall like in memory of my name Versatile with the flow, they all the same Ghetto can't walk right, I borrow the cane Raincoat, umbrella stop all your rain The industry a buffet, I eat all I can So fuck if you next and fuck a duet You niggas don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope) Man you DVD rappers soundin' comfortable, bet This not an exercise tape, why you bustin' a sweat? (Nigga)

Yeah, uh, yeah We back y'all Uh, AOTP This was what y'all's was waiting for, right? Yeah, nothing but that classic, classic... nothing but that classic, classic Yeah, yo I stay strolling with Crypt My opening 'graph like the smoke from a fifth Cup of gin, devilish grin, bodies cozy and stiff It's the messiah, think the black Moses of myth I hold the staff and turn snakes into Netherland piff I spit the 'glyphics and the mystics, you know what it give One eye, bloodshot, on a pyramid tip It's real energy, you a high school chemistry kit The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift If your hate since '98, Kamachi and Hologram And '07, he the reverend of the lawless land I crack crosses, I'm here for the fall of man AOTP, this is what you call a jam Nigga I'll leave you poked in the chest If hip-hop is dead, call me ghost in the flesh I'm close to the best Kill your fucking man, have a toast to the death Gotta be a ball game if I'm approaching the bench Coke on the steps, po-po lock me up Came home, now we just waiting on mafia Jay I got you, Vinnie I see you Crypt, King Size, Planetary, no need to Display no one else's name, we all lethal We came from a flame a hundred below evil Nigga, I'll shoot you, I'll stab you I'll knock your fucking jaw off your face if I smack you Who's Luke, who's John, who's Paul, who's Matthew I don't read the fucking Bible, nigga I just get at you I'll make a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you Let you know this is real true life, no battle This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost AOTP, every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost Will you crack under pressure, take another loss This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost AOTP, every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost Will you crack under pressure, take another loss This is a gun ballad You knew the white boy was wild nice And then I stick the cooker to your ribs like fried rice I got some cousins moving D at a wild price That have the dope fiends lean mean when they pound spikes The aim's sloppy dog, knife work mean Stick it through the neck, pull it out Knife work clean (ha ha ha ha) The God's righteous, but I might serve fiends And the four-fifth lift you out your iceberg jeans I got a lot of young boys and they mad hungry Murder, kill, shoot the place up, stab for me This ain't the type of place you can survive God (not at all) God don't live inside me, I live inside God I ain't messing with nines, nah I give them shits to my broad I only mess with big shit, with the shoulders involved Throw your body in the river so the odor dissolve A headshot, leave your brain under the motor of your car For real, you can bet your last, I split plenty wigs It's KTK, Kenny the Kid And I'm still in the hood, money, getting them packs off Side of the barrel, dog It feel like a scratch-off Broad daylight, the hood's like Iraq I got good aim, peephole niggas get eye-clapped And we all on ease, all in greens, all in trees, and we all gon' squeeze AOTP, niggas be running game on you And I ain't talking about my money's gonna rain on you I'm talking about the shit that dent up your car Get mines and big phasers or I'm clipping your broad, faggot This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost AOTP, every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost Will you crack under pressure, take another loss This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost AOTP, every member is a boss Can you pay the price when your life is the cost Will you crack under pressure, take another loss This is a gun ballad

Yeah! It's the God Damned Army Fuck you thought! Celph Titled, Planetary, Demoz, Reef the Lost Motherfucking Cauze, the Esoterodactyl. You a fool for this beat Eso, but right about now, Chief Kamachi, split their motherfucking head open Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat Blood on the tarot pack, apparel black Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed 119 they blamed it on some Arab cat I meditated, and left two towers flat With the whole section 8 Egyptian power rap Little spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual Don't let me start with the pump, pecked Faggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk I got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk It's The Messiah, never been a musical kump The Colosseum fiending, screaming "Demoz!" They could see the pour-up from Europe to Lehigh When they see I'm coming they running I keep nine Shots for they stomach and face, eat five! Never will I run from a case like a cheap guy If I can't afford the lawyer, I'll burn him like deep fry Undeveloped faggot, I'm classic like Levi's Rap marathon, I passed them like three times Take my rap skills multiply by three times All it takes from my verse to defeat him is three lines Peep my battle ability weak guy If I can't walk over you nigga I leap high Shoot looking down when I pass, you scream "Why?" You bit my whole style with no teeth I reply... You walking on glass barefooted, my sneaks tied Talking out your ass when you shouldn't you speak lies Yo Whenever I say so we full court pressing 'em Handle the rock and cross over like the rest of 'em Who got the ratchet? I crack the pendulum My adrenaline race the pace you trembling My regiment take shots of bad medicine Extinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen Severus so far the best with the pen again Venomous ink, paint the picture so elegant Elevate my state, I'm high like a pelican Powerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton Space niggas erase niggas irrelevant Post-up prevalent, in my development I make the case, so the dope can settle in "Paz, there's no goose!" so we threw the kettle in Pharaohs amongst the king of this tenement You demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, "Send 'em in!" Mind bender, line sender Time ender, Pharaoh front line member The mic's a divine ember burning you The blood doesn't trickle, it sprays I'm like The young Nikita Koloff with the sickle when im stripped in the page For centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries You entertain, it's funny like Kevin James Now stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man? Hip-hop's deader than Vince Lombardi It's full of wine and crackers like your wife's dinner parties I'm a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battle Running with apes like Ann Darrow Reef! I ain't wit this rap shit dog, I literally kill em Put the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee Williams It works every time, I murk every line It never gets easier, it hurts every time I been the best, I got kids on the Internet Seeking my approval like they send a fucking friend request Uh.Denied, Go, fuck your life I crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymes Barf, you know vomit and such You got no fans so you claim being popular sucks That's called hating, your brain is all vacant I'd never sit down and eat with y'all, it's all bacon Demons and gargoyles, lions and wizards We leaving 'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards That's what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya Act like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors Rap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator So who's ill and who's not? Who's popping and ooh-wop Who's a cross between El Chupacabra and 2Pac? (Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelf Just a pellet gun leave a huge welt Army of the Pharaohs never make love songs We finger fuck bitches with Freddy Krueger gloves on.