Текст пісні Sumerians - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, Celph Titled

Sumerians

«Putting suckas in fear»\n«Explosion!»\nThe underworld, the solar myth and the osiris code\nEvery fucking rhyme I write is like a lightening bolt\nFather of the first divine family of finer folks\nFresh pair of garment in every kind of designer coat\nI ain’t saying I’m the greatest but I’m kinda close\nIller than tato laviera playing dominoes\nMy fist blows through iron nose and body blows\nMy young bull got nice hands and snotty nose\nYour team putrid your dream lucid, your body froze\nDying is the only way you’ll ever spot a ghost\nThe rhyme dope like what verbal kent is to keyser söze\nBitch get on your knees please it’s time to choke\nBlack hawk aerial, villain, serial killing\nNight rage, war brigade, rancid tirades\nThirteenth century brave hearts with braid sticks swords in you\nJust to watch your life fade\nPerforating your flesh while scoring your rib cage\nYou’re now rocking with the oracle rhetorical mystical sage\nPalming, licking my finger while turning a page\nI’d rather starve, writing bars at minimum wage\nI’m never on writers block I got lyrics for days\nIn many ways I can show you how syllable’s pay\nInstead I’d rather kill you and piss on your grave\nThen blame it on the evils that infected my brain\nY’all in the presence of the godz\nIt’s the '94 nas, the fugees without the pras\nThe reason you need jobs\nThe dictators of oz\nSanta claus or freddy’s claws\nThe rebels without a pause\nBut please hold the applause\nKnown for breaking soft jaws\nAnd taking off broads bras\nI’m brothers with lost cauze\nI’m basically bo$$ hog\nImpatiently pacing in my basement on my days off\nTrying to figure out a way that I can blow your face off\nThe sumerian alien barbarian burying all you aryans in the area\nGut 'em like cesarean\nPaleontologists follow this path of destruction\nTo the mouth of a volcano after massive eruptions\nI don’t do subliminals\nI send criminals\nIf I said you won’t die, not one bit of the sentence true\n(It's murder)\nAnd in the first 48 kid\nBest believe I’m killing everyone who spectated\n(Even bay bay’s kids)\nSo they never\nSpell the first letter of my name with a murder capital\nTommy in a trench coat\nMobbing with vincenzo\nPharaohs been dope since y’all first heard the intro\nThe worst words we sent those\nOur pen game insane\n(Or is his brain damaged, deranged lava\nRunning through his veins?)\nSo watch the roaches scattering\nOr it’s explosives that shattering\nFrom land to water we causing a boating accident\nI am the deadly vendetta out for the bread and cheddar\nThat battle b-boy beheader\nFans put their fists up like jetta\nWhen gretta broke her set of cd, I’m redder\nYou david archuleta, I’m that n.I.n.e. Beretta\nToo clever\nMe and the mic go together like mama paz and bruschetta\nBirds of a feather, pharaohs flying high\nEmbarking on a money making en devour\nYou pumping maybach music in the jetta\nThat whip is better for eddie vedder\nTo the haters I be flipping the bird like robert griffin the third\nDuck and an eagles bitch you ain’t trying to see no wits\nYou ain’t trying to see the clique\nNeedle dick, lift tickets on a penn field cause I’m staying on an ego trip\n«Putting suckas in fear»\n«Explosion»