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

I see them lost like pac in a trap I can't stack on all* Stones to walk beat this chalk with a chump I pencil a lime around your spine and coke a dime Callin' my fam for a 'lil shine nigga get off My dick like tricks up in my face want a taste Disgrace to the game so I restrain It's quite simple man, we take stabs at these corns 'N leave em leakin' where they stand wishin' they wasn't born And I'm gone Loonie unleashed take a peek I need a son To pass this shit on I tell you before I'm the one You done heard about dreamed about So forth ja gave me these jewels Before i see em get full course I'm lost No loyalty government got em scared No heart runnin' around they just afeared That's why I'm here the voice of Millions is still clear to god would Be allah wit his lit up in the air I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost Callin' the source droppin' dimes if you talk it don't walk it Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend bitch I gotta be walk Yo respect your wife fam I can't deny I'm a lost soul World is a mess so I set up camp at the cross roads To wage war on the skulls and crossbones I'm drawing these lines and they're gonna be Harder to pass than gall stones America's laws disorientated by bush's lies on Foreign relations this ain't war we invaded and stole Oil and rations destroyer of nations it's poison in Snakes of the bush organization and we the people Sit back spit raps we dumb blinded by the bling And the finest blood diamond and while you watching TV Big brother watching and see me holdin' my cock in three D (haha!) You got health issues cuz they spreadin' diseases Drinkin' top shelf booze won't be gettin yer Jesus So for me it's better to be lost and wage war in the underground Than be found down in the grave as a slave whore I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost Callin' the source droppin' dimes if you talk it don't walk it Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend bitch I gotta be walk Tha godz I'll all I need is a classic I paint rush the chaos my hooks is drastic The fiends is eatin the crooks is blasted My creams increasing my books is plastic And Imma spend this money like it's my last chance To feed workers on point, like it's my last dance I'm from philly we dont lean wit it rock wit it We cook cut bag straight to the block wit it Money, yup. it aint my fault this crack sells That's the biggest scapegoat just to keep blacks jailed And we still make bills thats outa pocket, Quarter mill big faces, and it's out of pocket Gangsters dont rap they low key When it's time to go beef they clap your whole street OGs that dont drink and smoke trees But fuckin wit this game got me lost in my own streets I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost Callin the source droppin dimes if you talk it don't walk it Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend bitch I gotta be walk Lost... lost...

(*Prod. by C-Lance) [** feat. Beanie Sigel:] [Intro:] People want to think that this is the Wild West – we don't have any laws* What we don't have is enforcement of those laws. Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings. Last time I checked we had a law against murder. It doesn't prevent people from killing people. The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws. [Verse 1: ~Beanie Sigel~] May death come to all those who cross us The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins Church masses, closed caskets, Bible verses, long black hearses Long-ass gats too big for holsters, obituary posters getting posted The reaper closing in, he's getting closer You just fake, you blink it's over [? ] soldier here, SK shoulder gear, ice grill who? Hold that steer Half a clip and I hold that dear [? ] now roll that J, yeah You missed the list of the souls I spit I double-checked that you ain't on that there I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flat line, clear [Chorus (2x): ~Vinnie Paz~] Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all [Verse 2: ~Vinnie Paz~] I rhyme like my life on the line, this fucking mic is mine The past burglar, the mass murderer, the viper's shrine A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind Some think it's destiny, some of you think it's Christ-designed You consider what I'm doing like a magical art I consider what I'm doing like a stab through the heart My brain moves at light speed, nothing fast as my thought You might feel a slight breeze from the savage's heart Y'all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left I just had these faggots hating and watching my every step Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh Y'all ain't fucking with weight, I'm doing steady reps I'm a sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest Everything is everything but pussy death is death [Repeat Chorus (2x):]

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

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.

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine Ikon the fucking Hologram Yo, yo, yo, yo Another sacrificial lamb That died at the hands of Hologram Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan Holy lamb Who spit the live shit The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit The hot shit Live raps crack your jaw Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war I left a scar So your crabs would overstand Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land Lawnmower man Sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles Homicidal A Hologram burn churches Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic You heard the verdict I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary What, what, what Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine in '99 What, what MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you Seen inside the visions of beyond The dwellings of the Om Existing in Islamic pantheon Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass Devise your spell Make demons rise out of hell Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire I launch writers Put your jaw on a Gauze wire Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune Science to contortion your body into a coffin Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry What, yeah, yeah Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin' Your feel poetic, law of the titans We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning The three wise men We at levels that defies men Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns The master herein The ominous, the master spirit Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics Ikon the python Rappers are left strangled I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle Above the clouds We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways Islamic marksmen Seeing the squad then... ... could be your fatal mistake Like the first sins of Adam in the garden You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo Explore realms, you left too confused to follow Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground What! Mothafuckers!

Jedi Mind Tricks Miscellaneous Rise Of The Machines [Mike Tyson] I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion There's ever been My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart! I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah! [Vinnie Paz] They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9 I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian I'm ready for anybody who want war Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement To meet you and then I'm testin' you Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya f**kin' mic off Snatch ya f**kin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers And we blast until cover Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother (Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "Make way, 'cause here I come" [Ras Kass] Yea, yo, yo, yea, f**k it When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks To be Diddy No system electricity, spine the mind with it Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check Like 800 first week, 800, 000 the next They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes F**k bank rolls, I'm yellow gold with incredible flows My homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body 'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop We not confused, raps the nigga news Each rhyme a "Minority Report", f**k Tom Cruise Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "...Make way, 'cause here I come"

(Verse 1) VINNY PAZ Yall mother fuckers woke a demon up The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts The whole click duckin they PO, they need to pee in cups We murder shit like everything the Europeans touch I dont even talk to mother fuckers that could lead the trust We on our D and devils only deal with greed and lust Feed an elephant with bear hands and take his lead and tusks Anytime you hear a cop was murdered best believe its us Jus Allah load the glock put em in norweigen dust I aint i sucka i was born with hercules in us Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts Yall know where to come to when you need the fuckin trees and dust Ayo D? i need by? these fucks I got the power to devour trees, seas and such I got the power thats the caliber of jesus touch It dont matter the caliber i proceed to rush Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch (Verse 2) D MAZ Let me tell you lil somthin bout a nigga named Maz Look in his eye you could see the evil if you high You could notice a little nigga thats eager for the sky Behind bars scarred like jesus when he died (when he died) Nigga i was in the hole for a whole 6 months gettin high off the reefer thinkin why Im with the roachs and rats hopeless and? line and line and the hole in the crack Nigga i was in the hole tryin gettin my back, niggas snitchin and Ceo tryed gettin my bag But i dont give a fuck about a snake or a fag a hater id rather see Adolph paid off, laugh This is real life fuck gettin paid off rats And sellin my soul to the devil gettin paid off rappin Mozerade, Maz, Pazienza clap boys? back man you still screamin duffle bag boys (Verse 3) Jus Allah I have lived a century Ive tapped into my 6th sensery I am a potential enemy My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity Unequivically supremacy I am undesired energy Sends friendly, sends empty Show the prince of peace no clemency Give him an extremety of insensitivity Let his kid and ministry witness his disassembly I just lost sufference, undestructive, unproductive, tussid Not much substance, thuggage Above judgement Unaware of any error of delt Where it counts im a fair amount of paramount I am body a monopoly of ungodly The? My apology, arrid, insencarity, carity, buried generic its hilarity