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