Army Of The Pharaohs - The Demon's Blade Lyrics






[Vinnie Paz:]
"The king of the ring, undisputed
There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"
Yeah, one-two, one-two
It's like one-two, one-two
Listen
Pharoah clique, man stop playing

Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe
Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries
I always understood that the pain was a necessity
Put the pressure on you until we exchange densities
Stupid motherfucker thinking he can change destiny
It's a different game, man, need the same referee
Me and Marciano, different people, same legacy
Brought a motherfucker back, still the same treachery
How could you ever be a leader and bring less than me?
That's the type shit that make a motherfucker dead to me
Nineteen eighty-eight, back when death made leprosy
Life is hard money, and the pain, the accessory

[Celph Titled:]
You catch a heart attack, coming fatter, gravy spinach
Carjack your whip, put your baby in it
I rock a navy fitted, AV leather, custom stitchwork
My constituent more accurate, aim training in the Navy given
Early with the Dirty Harry pistol
Rarely my words miss you
'Til your area's crippled, and buried where the worms'll get you (fucker)
When I click mine, your whole clique dying
Flick a slam, ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam)
Bulldozer through your house (Celph, pave the way)
He the hardest non-graffiti artist (that sprays a K)
Titanium pop screen, my voice be ice cold
Cause just a slight tone'll burn a hole through the mic-phone

[Apathy:]
Chemicals in the lab, mixed up, cause explosions
Wizards in cloaks, breathe, focus, sip potions
FBI profile is going through the motions
Psychoanalyze my behavior and emotions
Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean
Cops lick shots, bullets travel in slow motion
Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion
Frost bit and frozen, bodies get ripped open
The pack of wolves close in, claws exposed skin
The crows would sing for the leftovers the bones bring
Scavengers with bags full of jewelry and old rings
Wash the blood off of the gold in a cold spring
This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient, old thing
When man chases money, but only the ghost win
Don't say that it don't sting when walking in cold winds
Just fade into the forest homie, tighten your coat strings

[Blacastan:]
I design profound takes over rugged soundscapes
Niggas bugging, go apes when they open the drapes
We kill niggas, and leave bodies soaking in lakes
I compose another opus as the locus awaits
'Til I exist above the clouds with the past time greats
I'm in a booth pounding my chest like wild primates
A black Ayatollah Khomeini, don't ever think you can play me
I kidnap rappers and tell they broke families to pay me
With EBT, warehouse is full of CDs
So I can package sixteens like I'm packaging keys
You need practice, your raps ain't fucking with these
So in a word, you're Johnny Blaze, nigga, you know my steez

[Planetary:]
Fresh is what it means to be, illegally
I'm lashing out these lyrics so easily
At least you see the beast in me
So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest
A manifold of manpower, quick to put your man to rest
The melancholy after the mention of severed bodies
Settles in the devil's skin so who's next to stop me?
I couldn't imagine a loss
Back with an immaculate force
Ratchet with the action, a torch
Actually the baddest of all
Superhero, zero loss
Planetary, presidential
Actually a Killer Priest who walks with a Heavy Mental
A cut above what you love, yeah I know I said it
What you rapping about? I'm cashing out without a line of credit

[Esoteric:]
I slaughter rappers and autograph all their coffins after
Demonic master, your raps are good, for yawns and laughter
Find me standing on your lawn with two machetes, seven Pharaohs
Fifty tanks, eighty guns, your piss your pants and your lady comes
This way, the capital E
Capital S, happened to be
At the Capital Grille, with your girl
She wants to pay the bill
Be my guest, you regress
It drives me crazy like the DJ
Khaled saying "We The Best"
When A.O.T.P. spit that nastiness [Nasty Nes]
My rap attack lives in a habitat that shatters kids
That work at Lids
Embroidering hats for pussy gangs, that did no bids
And pay no dues, guts and glory
Spit ya sob story
Esoteric's bars are Cannibal Holocaust
Level gory

[Vinnie Paz:]
"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"
We blacking out, we mobbing on you motherfucker
Four in the morning out here, we drunk out here
We acting a fool, you nahmean?
Yeah, Philly in the motherfucking building
Yo Stallone, how you living papa?
AOTP





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  1. L.... y....

    We need Vinnie and Adam Calhoun!!

  2. J.... L....

    Danny diablo

  3. D.... T....

    Wasent king magnetic in AOTP or is it a Mandalla effect

  4. C.... ....

    Planetary best verse

  5. B.... ....

    Best american rappers spitting on a UK beat.. dreamy

  6. T.... J....

    Holy macarons

  7. S.... K....

    jesus christ apathy... you fucking murdered

  8. J.... W....

    Still loving this in 2020 🔥🔥

  9. N.... W....

    Paz is the shit

  10. R.... A....

    RealHipHop
    BoomBap 💪
    2020/Brazil ®

  11. M.... C....

    "Holy sinner"💯

  12. F.... T....

    Yang 2020 !!!

  13. s.... a....

    Leaf Dog is as gooda producer as Prem..strictly boom bap..hip hop
    He's a fkn dope mc too 4 real..UK talent
    Check high focus records
    Leaf dogs in
    The four owls
    Collabs on everyone elses albums.
    Has a few albums of his own.
    The wordplay master
    Leaf mutha fkn dogg

  14. J.... V....

    Immortal technique,you made me listen to real hip hop

  15. J.... V....

    I wish to meet you guys one day even though am from South Africa#ATOP till I D.I.E

  16. J.... V....

    Big up to real hip hop....

  17. C.... C....

    Real hip hop is alive and breathing

  18. B.... J....

    💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

  19. S.... ....

    Who’s still bumpin this in 2019 😈🤞🏾

    S.... ....

    Fukc yeah!
    Playlist on repeat.. 2020

    S.... ....

    2020 now

  20. V.... F....

    XOXOXOX thank you brother <3

  21. E.... D....

    something must be done about these criminal empires like the Hells Angel's who use listening devices on their neighbors and threaten their loved ones, who ease drop on peoples conversations and whispers and threaten their loved ones and animals

  22. l.... c....

    Ima miss watching these videos, now that YouTube is gonna get flipped upside down ima have to delete it, it’s back to buying cd 💿 lol

  23. [.... E....

    "Back in 88 when Death made Leprosy."

  24. R.... ....

    Army has always been tight

  25. R.... T....

    [Sample: The Roots]
    "The king of the ring, undisputed
    There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"

    [Intro: Vinnie Paz]
    Yeah, one-two, one-two
    It's like one-o-o-one one-two, one-two
    Listen
    Pharoah clique, man stop playing

    [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
    Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe
    Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries
    I always understood that the pain was a necessity
    Put the pressure on you until we exchange densities
    Stupid motherfucker thinking he can change destiny
    It's a different game, man, need the same referee
    Me and Marciano, different people, same legacy
    Brought a motherfucker back, still the same treachery
    How could you ever be a leader and bring less than me?
    That's the type shit that make a motherfucker dead to me
    Nineteen eighty-eight, back when death made leprosy
    Life is hard money, and the pain – the accessory

    [Verse 2: Celph Titled]
    You catch a heart attack, coming fatter, gravy spinach
    Carjack your whip, put your baby in it
    I rock a navy fitted, AV leather, custom stitchwork
    My constituent more accurate, aim training in the Navy given
    Early with the Dirty Harry pistol
    Rarely my words miss you
    'Til your area's crippled, and buried where the worms'll get you (fucker)
    When I click mine, your whole clique dying
    Flick a slam, ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam)
    Bulldozer through your house (Celph pave the way)
    He the hardest non-graffiti artist (that sprays a K)
    Titanium pop screen, my voice be ice cold
    'Cause just a slight tone'll burn a hole through the mic-phone

    [Verse 3: Apathy]
    Chemicals in the lab, mixed up, cause explosions
    Wizards in cloaks breathe smoke and sip potions
    FBI profilers going through the motions
    Psycho-analyze my behavior and emotions
    Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean
    Cops lick shots, bullets travel in slow motion
    Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion
    Frostbitten, frozen, bodies get ripped open
    The pack of wolves close in, claws, exposed skin
    The crows sing for the leftovers the bones bring
    Scavengers with bags full of jewelry and old rings
    Wash the blood off of the gold in a cold spring
    This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient, old thing
    When man chases money, but only the ghosts win
    Don't say that it don't sting when walking in cold winds
    Just fade into the forest homie, tighten your coat strings

    [Verse 4: Blacastan]
    I design profound takes over rugged soundscapes
    Niggas buggin', go apes, when they open the drapes
    We kill niggas, and leave bodies soaking in lakes
    I compose another opus as the locus awaits
    'Til I exist above the clouds with the past time greats
    I'm in a booth pounding my chest like wild primates
    A black Ayatollah Khomeini, don't ever think you can play me
    I kidnap rappers and tell they broke families to pay me
    With EBT, warehouses full of CDs
    So I can package sixteens like I'm packagin' keys
    You need practice, your raps ain't fuckin' with these
    So in a words of Johnny Blaze, nigga, you know my steez

    [Verse 5: Planetary]
    This is what it means to be illegally, I'm lashin' out
    These lyrics so liesurely at least you see the beast in me
    So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest
    A manifold of manpower, quick to put your man to rest
    The melancholy after the mention of severed bodies
    Settles in the devil's skin so who's next to stop me?
    I couldn't imagine a loss, I'm back with an immaculate force
    Ratchet with the action - a torch, actually the baddest of all
    Superhero, zero loss, Planetary presidential
    Actually a killer priest who walks with a heavy mental
    A cut above what you love, yeah I know I said it
    What you rappin' 'bout? I'm cashin' out without a line of credit

    [Verse 6: Esoteric]
    I slaughter rappers and autograph all their coffins after
    Demonic master, your raps are good... for yawns and laughter
    Find me standin' on your lawn with two machetes
    Seven Pharaohs, fifty tanks, eighty guns
    You piss your pants, your lady comes this way
    The capital E, capital S, happy to be
    At the Capital Grille with your girl, she wants to pay the bill
    Be my guest, you regress, it drives me crazy like
    DJ Khaled sayin', "We The Best" when A-O-T-P spit that nastiness
    My rap attack lives in a habitat that shatters kids that work at Lids
    Embroiderin' hats for pussy gangs that did no bids
    And pay no dues, guts and glory, spit your sob story
    Esoteric's bars are Cannibal Holocaust level gory

    [Sample: The Roots]
    "Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"

    [Outro: Vinnie Paz]
    We blackin' out, we mobbin' on you motherfuckers
    Four in the morning out here, we drunk out here
    We acting a fool, you know what I mean?
    Yeah, Philly in the motherfucking building
    Yo Stallone, how you livin' papa?
    A-O-T-P

  26. D.... L....

    I kidnap rappers and tell their broke family's to pay me. Badass shit

  27. C.... D....

    Why I love underground hip hop? They been spitting the same message consistently since the beginning of their careers. They didn't let fame change them. They are who they are and they're proud of it.

  28. W.... W....

    Rrrrrrab!!!!

  29. B.... G....

    Babaaaaaaaam

  30. A.... S....

    That Death reference tho

  31. P.... C....

    407 pooftahs go back to listening to macklemore you effeminate limp wristers!

  32. V.... X....

    AOTP 4ever ....Greece 2019!!!

  33. �.... �....

    Pure divine

  34. P.... W....

    2019 and still the hardest shit out

  35. C.... B....

    head bobbing on this shit

  36. J.... C....

    AOTP,JMT and SNOWGOONS for life. You keep rockin’ productions and I’ll keep rockin’ tattoos of you guys.

  37. A.... ....

    "I slaughter rappers and autograph all their coffins after
    Demonic master, your raps are good... for yawns and laughter" Really...don't sleep on Esoteric!!!!!

  38. D.... F....

    ill bill or necro...

  39. D.... F....

    Jesus Christ, all I want to hear is Paz and Demigodz

  40. L.... 6....

    MiZUZE-0/F-USA-MiL-TRU-SPEC-uNiF0Rm-iN-M0DERAT-VENUE-TIRED-0/F-PPLE-GLAM0RIZI+NG-CANTALBEJELBiFR8
    MiZUZE-0/F-USA-MiL-TRU-SPEC-uNiF0Rm-iN-M0DERAT-VENUE-TIRED-0/F-PPLE-GLAM0RIZI+NG-CANTALBEJELBiFR8
    tHNxt0tHEABuVARTiZTVENUECHANNELF0RMAKiNGC0NSEVATiVEAMERiCANVALUEMUZiCF0RmiLRETAiLBLuC0LAR
    tHNxt0tHEABuVARTiZTVENUECHANNELF0RMAKiNGC0NSEVATiVEAMERiCANVALUEMUZiCF0RmiLRETAiLBLuC0LAR
    Perhaps-The-SMAL-T0W/N-PUnKR0CATHEMZWiLFADWiTHTiMETMZLiBERALACTiViZTGAGAiNZTUSAHEALTHWELTH

  41. P.... A....

    “I Slauggter rappers then Autograph their coffins after” lmao!

    P.... A....

    Hahahah

  42. k.... ....

    Sick af.

  43. J.... M....

    Good to see Immortal Tech there!

  44. J.... B....

    This is real rap

  45. W.... F....

    Death's Leprosy album is available to listen to for free on youtube. Just give it a quick search.
    \m/

  46. G.... B....

    I have officially met the dumbest 390 mfs on the planet to thumbs this shit down...probably singin cardi b in the shower...🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️

  47. J.... S....

    Vinnie the best for life

  48. L.... I....

    I wish this shit could be played on the radio. But dumb mother fuckers wouldn't understand half of this shit. AOTP. 2019.

  49. M.... P....

    ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  50. C.... R....

    I bomb em,like I rob em, then I gotta say,ots childs play, mother suckers..... yea. Yes...yes....I only do it cause I'm the best......

  51. C.... R....

    These fuckers will never DIE.!!!!!....>>All out corazone....peace from the east... let's get together and bomb them.... drop the bombs......yea...

  52. I.... A....

    I'd love to hear Virtuoso on this too.

  53. F.... b....

    We to mameeenan !

  54. D.... S....

    Planetary destroyed this track. Sheesh!! Where the fuck is Outerspace's new album?

  55. r.... K....

    👍 great

  56. T.... ....

    AOTP is like the Wu Tang Clan of the Underground. Fucking Fire.

  57. C.... R....

    Celph titled....v is the B....beast or best , whatever you say??^>love this mother....I don't even know him?????×+^?..... word s on words...lyrical genius.... put out down ¥..¿◇♡♤●

  58. j.... a....

    Ahhh yesss!!! There’s so shivers I haven’t felt in a min I can sleep happily tonight. Much love #HipHop

  59. d.... l....

    dumbed down masses and seek harmony with you calmness and concoure propaganda government transgender mind control trash lies and STOP I won I'm not worshipping death of supposedly God

  60. D.... A....

    vinnie paz kill'em all...best flow ever !!!!

  61. N.... S....

    Vin-Dogg, laying it down... holla at the past son, Johnny Cat in the corner... scratching at ya!!.. Hope all is good man.

  62. J.... C....

    REAL HIP HOP ON DECK NORCAL LOVES YAWL

  63. A.... A....

    From Morocco great rapper toooooooooop

  64. W.... ....

    THANK YOU SO MUCH

  65. A.... L....

    Tykkei biittei täl...

  66. G.... Y....

    MObin on you mothafuckas!

  67. P.... B....

    Po jednej stronie niebo, po drugiej stronie piekło, pomiędzy krótka chwila-ten ból nie mija.

  68. J.... H....

    Vinnie referenced Death's album Leprosy. I can't process that.

  69. B.... S....

    E S O T E R I C. Rap that one up good

  70. F.... a....

    Back when Death made Leprosy - none of y'all know what he's saying lol. \m/

    F.... a....

    is that from a band?

    F.... a....

    @Jason Reacher yes, Dearth was a band that started the death metal genre, Leprosy was their second album.

    F.... a....

    Everyone knows that Vin is a metal fan. That's a reference to the band named Death. He uses the same word play in the Heavy Metal Kings albums too.

    F.... a....

    @David S I stand corrected. I'll have to check out that album.

  71. T.... ....

    Real Real hip hop. For those who think hip hop is dead and it’s nothing but mumbling crackhead kids with no talent, there’s more then just Eminem out there. These dudes have been going since the 90s and still going strong. Why these guys aren’t bigger then the soft ass candy kids is beyond me. Hip hop with real testosterone and real balls.

  72. J.... 1....

    R.I.P Shawn we miss you brother

  73. H.... ....

    got dayuumm

  74. V.... ....

    This is so dope I am unable to express it with words. Well played brothers!

  75. D.... A....

    "I ain't here to shed a tear or to be cryin' - I ain't nevah really not been tryin' ~
    Like analphabetism's related to bloodsugar-levels.
    Ya wanna test me by playin' Gods - Are ye the best on slayin' Devil's?
    The Plan, in the end; awards & unrevells.
    Launch back beyond the Northstar - "tha's more than quite far!" -
    Where it's all silent & 'Only You' sound so violent -
    I ain't per se against denial, and, while I don't need toget scanned or file rent -
    behind my back seems to have passed more than a mile spent -
    on smiles, bent - Like you're on trials that should NOT be messin' wit' The CO-manned -
    Altho, to be honest: If everybody left me alone & just went to uncover another lover's bone, let's say:
    you'll get a resort to export your abort to an island -
    This transport could take a while & I'm the sort to leave a mild dent ~
    Sometimes, this becomes the Nile's sand & I'm used to be rockin' the 'Brown Sugar' type a brand -
    I don't actually have my left wing for an off-hand - I'm a balanced man.
    So, what ya got me left to say 4 then?
    Don't bother wit' a bittersweet fake-ass defeat, man - ['cause me, I'm rather Elite - indeed].
    Different sorta breed I ran - whether or not You choose to bleed for the shit to hit the fan -
    that ain't what, from you, which I'm goin' a need - they don't understand.
    Overstand this then: I stomp power into planet Earth - for what it's worth -
    You think I step to a hiphop beat. Ain't it neat?
    Sometimes, I write nothing on a blank notepad sheet.
    As if I really couldn't care less about who's goin' a say YES!
    God bless - (I guess) ~
    Buncha buttnaked damsels that harass
    I still mean it when I confess:
    I finish 3rd in games of chess to hurt alas.
    It basically means that I, for 1, am not a player.
    Divide it into the next layer & it'll portray her:
    we don't care about some former 'Diabolous' Slayer. [THANKS!]
    Try our luck & say to Your saviour: a genuine prayer -
    Don't stay there ~ I swear -
    I might get my income from the state's wellfare -
    I am still Hell's Scare - Fine. Good for you. I am 2
    You fancy fuckin' around? Catch me in- or outbound wit' NO weakening dead sound ~
    I went below sub-zero & returned untouchable, like Robert deNiro:
    "No, ofcourse he ain't my hero..."
    This should remain clear, yo.
    "In those days..." common people used to fear, Tho'.
    For sure. I did say I do NOT care anymore.
    Ya don't even realize where the real lies when it defies the mind's eyes on All? 4!
    As if anybody's in it to begin it like a religious war.
    Slay down right now since the bodybags
    Sprayed on white sound stings anybody brags
    State-round, I might count on alotta hags
    Fate-bound, why hide out when vendetta begs
    Fade out, my light's out when the beretta lags.
    Play doubt, why write loud when every letter nags.
    Stay proud, decline about everything scary, I better beg.
    For some fortune, ignore your tune, and left her a bag.
    You're gone soon, I'm more of a goon, then have her with swag.
    Moreon or fool , why explore until noon when my endeavour's black,
    like shadows, my head knows the place where the dead arose.
    Mic check owns. Why that zone's a trace, ensnared where I'm thàt close,
    Try Mack-blows, Rhyme sad poems it's ace, I care & stare my death's grows...
    Dice-stacked no's, Climate froze in place, I swear & scare wit' my bled nose.
    Shine lacked hoe's - Tryin' back Tho's - I share when there sits by my windows
    A tale of the frail & the hidden dangers entailed within strangers derailed,
    I'm the dark reflection of leech-ridden perfection & it sting like the bite of the whale.
    Don't tempt me to start it's the end of all wars & set into motion the tides of the ocean's gargantuan scaled.
    Beyond those who failed, a round knows what failed, the sound grows, entrailed & the sword of the crows at last settin' sail.
    It's written on my sleave, myths & legends might leave, right after the last thief.
    No matter about who's what to belief. Don't need no battle axe in order to cleave.
    The ends of the earth, for whatever it's worth"

    Grand Mastah -CROW$WORD-

  76. T.... ....

    When i see more than 100M Views on mgk vs emin'm and 2.5m on this i think something's gone very wrong inside hip hop.

    T.... ....

    Hip - Hop was never intended for mainstream. That is what you get for going mainstream. Stay underground where the Devils are!

    T.... ....

    @Thanatos Reaper Stay Underground like the Goonies!

  77. m.... c....

    1988,when death made leprosy MUTHAAAAAAAA FUKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  78. B.... H....

    Lyrics always on point. Beats always on point. Videos on point. #Demigodz #aotp

  79. F.... S....

    I wrote a lot of songs about my dad for you

  80. D.... M....

    Real MCs

  81. W.... 1....

    AOTP classic

  82. F.... ....

    Blacastan and Apathy shredded this beat.

  83. E.... C....

    The sort of #medicine the game needs in #2k18 to show the NewSkool that #mummblerap was killing our culture!
    Step up #GOATs and future DRAGONS and burn off this crust of garbage so that only a "Diamond Hard Core" of true lyricist artist inspire the pen of the next generation of #woke spitters!

  84. h.... a....

    Pharaohs (official Video)

  85. h.... a....

    in death reborn

  86. s.... ....

    Jesus fucking christ that verse by Apathy was incredible.

  87. M.... d....

    I wonder if Jus was in this track, it would be murder for all

  88. V.... G....

    love to see white kids do hip hop better than any sub saharan! WINNING

  89. V.... G....

    dope track.idiotic beliefs .black cube worship is saturnic.baal is islam.gross ewww.

  90. M.... P....

    ES. Destruction.

  91. A.... ....

    can we please talk about Esoteric rockin a Pittsburgh Penguins jersey while rappin with a bunch of Philly guys???

  92. M.... ....

    So for shits you all should throw the speed to 1.25 :D it sounds amazing ^>^. Either way normal or 1.25 these guys produce some amazing masterpieces so happy that a snowgoons video brought me to AOTP 6 months ago havent stopped listening!!

  93. M.... B....

    Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe
    Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries
    I always understood that the pain was a necessity
    Put the pressure on you until we exchange densities
    Stupid motherfucker thinking he can change destiny
    It's a different game, man, need the same referee
    Me and Marciano, different people, same legacy
    Brought a motherfucker back, still the same treachery
    How could you ever be a leader and bring less than me?
    That's the type shit that make a motherfucker dead to me
    Nineteen eighty-eight, back when death made leprosy
    Life is hard money, and the pain – the accessory
    Verse 2: Celph Titled]
    You catch a heart attack, coming fatter, gravy spinach
    Carjack your whip, put your baby in it
    I rock a navy fitted, AV leather, custom stitchwork
    My constituent more accurate, aim training in the Navy given
    Early with the Dirty Harry pistol
    Rarely my words miss you
    'Til your area's crippled, and buried where the worms'll get you (fucker)
    When I click mine, your whole clique dying
    Flick a slam, ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam)
    Bulldozer through your house (Celph, pave the way)
    He the hardest non-graffiti artist (that sprays a K)
    Titanium pop screen, my voice be ice cold
    'Cause just a slight tone'll burn a hole through the mic-phone




    Chemicals in the lab, mixed up, cause explosions
    Wizards in cloaks breathe smoke and sip potions
    FBI profile's going through the motions
    Psychoanalyze my behavior and emotions
    Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean
    Cops lick shots, bullets travel in slow motion
    Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion
    Frost bit and frozen, bodies get ripped open
    The pack of wolves close in, claws, exposed skin
    The crows would sing for the leftovers the bones bring
    Scavengers with bags full of jewelry and old rings
    Wash the blood off of the gold in a cold spring
    This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient, old thing
    When man chases money, but only the ghost win
    Don't say that it don't sting when walking in cold winds
    Just fade into the forest homie, tighten your coat strings

    This is what it means to be, illegally
    I'm lashing out these lyrics so easily
    At least you see the beast in me
    So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest
    A manifold of manpower, quick to put your man to rest
    The melancholy after the mention of severed bodies
    Settles in the devil's skin so who's next to stop me?
    I couldn't imagine a loss
    Back with an immaculate force
    Ratchet with the action, a torch
    Actually the baddest of all
    Superhero, zero loss
    Planetary, presidential
    Actually a killer priest who walks with a heavy mental
    A cut above what you love, yeah I know I said it
    What you rapping about? I'm cashing out without a line of credit

    [Verse 6: Esoteric]
    I slaughter rappers and autograph all their coffins after
    Demonic master, your raps are good... for yawns and laughter
    Find me standing on your lawn with two machetes, seven Pharaohs
    Fifty tanks, eighty guns
    You piss your pants and your lady comes this way
    The capital E, capital S, happened to be
    At the Capital Grille with your girl
    She wants to pay the bill
    Be my guest, you regress
    It drives me crazy like the DJ Khaled saying "We The Best"
    When A.O.T.P. spit that nastiness
    My rap attack lives in a habitat that shatters kids
    That work at Lids embroidering hats for pussy gangs
    That did no bids and pay no dues, guts and glory
    Spit ya sob story
    Esoteric's bars are Cannibal Holocaust level gory
    "

  94. R.... P....

    What's dope is that Celph-Titled sounds like his voice is screwed though it's natural.

  95. m.... w....

    1988, when Death made Leprosy. Vinnie droppin the metal knowledge.

  96. K.... H....

    0:26 Damn, didn't know that Spence from King of Queens can rap!