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(Intro: Vinnie Paz) |
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Yeah, muthafuckas! AotP in the building! |
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Pazmanian Devil! |
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Celph Titled! |
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Planetary, OS! Apathy! |
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What's the deal, baby? |
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We mobbin' on you muthafuckas! |
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(Verse 1: Celph Titled) |
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Yeah |
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If there's one thing for certain, Celph Titled's a serpent |
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Put on this earth on purpose to change the ocean's current |
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Into tidal waves and lava, Secret government labs in Nevada |
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Found fragments of my sentence and died instant |
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From an infant to an emperor |
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Dead Sea Scrolls mixed with gangsta shit, my literature |
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Annihilate entire societies, nothin' left to salvage |
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Next mornin', loungin' on a tropic beach, gettin' drunk, talkin' about it |
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We might move in silence, not revealin' our plot |
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No alcohol in your system, but you'll be feelin' the shots |
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So many pistols, I'm the 45 King |
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Yes the Pharaohs is the new Flavor Unit, it's a fortified thing |
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And it's "A" 'cause we animals, "O" 'cause we ominous |
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"T" 'cause we tyrants and, "P" 'cause we're prominent |
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On all continents, our contents incite mosh pits |
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Products of our environment, we Designed to be Violent |
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And the Hologram showed you that, the prophecy was golden |
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The Torture Papers, hands catch on fire when they hold it |
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The game's changed, now there's more than 5 Perfect Exerters |
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Hang my portrait on the wall and you can frame me for murder |
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(Verse 2: Planetary) |
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I'm a arson, y'all live y'all lives in coffins |
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I can hear y'all hatin' (The walls are thin) |
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Apathetic, call the paramedics, we had to set it |
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It's a war of words, they got lost inside the sentence |
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I'm diggin' graves, put the switch to my blade |
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Shank a nigga just for lookin' at me, get up on stage |
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When I say "Throw your hands up," better keep 'em up |
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'Cause niggas is creepin' up with heaters up |
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And nigga, you soft, I'll take you to lunch and feed you a corpse |
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Wash it down with OE, see nigga, I boss |
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Celph bring guns and smoke, I bring rum and the coke |
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Love my wife, that's why I never had no love for a ho |
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What, you don't know? I spit it with a propane flow |
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Cocaine-to-the-nose rap, that's why Plan' about to blow |
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So let's go, take a walk with a menace |
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Alcoholic nigga, showin' 40's love like tennis |
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(Verse 3: Apathy) |
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I'm the product of angels and demons, cocaine and weedin' |
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Eight different reasons the A-P is breathin' |
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Language I'm speakin' is ancient as Eden |
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Where snakes had Eve eatin' Satan's semen |
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A top dollar pharmaceutical block scholar |
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Pop my collar like a bionic rottweiler |
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Molecules dissolve, I pass through walls |
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Solidify on the other side, grab my balls |
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I'm the shit, bitch, flip bricks bigger than Egyptians |
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Dragged across sand to expand my shipment |
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Shapes are shiftin', liftin' more weight than pistons |
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Attila the Hun with a gun, keep your distance |
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Toss UFO's and foes like a discus |
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The size of Godzilla, dick bigger than bridges |
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Wicked as a wizard with a liquid elixir |
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Stick to the script, I'm spittin' the unholiest scripture |
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And y'all are just now goin' through your thug phase |
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While I blast like flash grenades in drug raids |
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Try to criticize me, you little rappin'-ass groupie |
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Y'all as corny as muthafuckas who clap at the movies |
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The Army of the Pharaohs, checks with six ceros |
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Try to walk in my shoes and pop your Nike Air soles |
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There's no mercy, so of course the haters |
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Will get my autograph on The Torture Papers |
