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

Digital War

Yeah, AOTP!
Army of the Pharaoh Clique!
Dummy! Hahahahaha!
I run with gram smugglers (aww), Afghanistan Kush puffers (who else?)
Future lung cancer sufferers (that's us)
We perform illegal operations, like bad Windows software
Draped in ninja assault gear (yeah)
Engineered crosshairs, my target bonkers (wow)
Money farmer, I stay harvesting commas (ahh)
Turn down your offers, piss on your eight thou'
I live a lonely life, my only friend is Paypal (hahaha)
Vest over the thermal, position the blammer
Watching your family through the wall with thermo-vision, infrared on your
grandma
She’ll die when I say so
Telescope on top of the flamer, like Galileo
I was walking through Mars with a pocket full of stars
Tryna think of new bars for the Army of the Gods
Lord help me to achieve all these tricks up my sleeve
Gotta pull them shits out, bring 'em out, let 'em breathe
I’m the oddity of space, camaraderie’s embrace
No dichotomy but best believe autonomy’s in place
For the broccoli, I make sure that homily is laced
No apologies here 'til the economy is straight
I’m the reason that your baby feelin' colicky today
I’m a product of the prophecy, then profit off the play
Probably pick the Wallabies, the top off delay
It’s that nigga Planetary, if it pop off I stay
I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year
They’ll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear
Is your soul tryna break through the Earth’s atmosphere
I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year
They’ll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear
Is your soul tryna break through the Earth’s atmosphere
I swear
Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow
I’m a sniper with a rifle, sending death through the barrel
This is shotgun poetry, a slam-down symphony
Love is a battle, fellow Pharaohs is my infantry
Alien gun connect, plutonium gats
Sending niggas on they backs like linoleum plat
This ain’t Fab Five Freddie, I’m Freddie with the knives on my gloves and I’m
ready
To cut a nigga face like confetti
For fuckin' with a live nigga cheddy
I bet he never thought I’d turn his wig to spaghetti
Literally nigga, I’m a lyrical vet
With stripes on my sleeve, purple hearts on my chest
Pharaohs!
Back in the lab and attackin' the pad
Huntin' down the wack rappers smackin' their dad
Back when Chad was a Bengal, I was stranglin' these demons like Kurt
Angle and schemin' on Earth
Angels are leaving their words, dangle my flow
Right in the pocket like a North Face price tag
Make you mad like a fat fuck watchin' a Nike ad
Poison ivy puttin' poison in your IV
Avoid your noise, I can destroy you toys nightly
Tom Hanks in Big, you got a little boy’s psyche
«Not-safe-for-work» flow, shit is unsightly
The diabolical psychological raps, what type of audio is that?
Get your body blown Jack, methodically I attack
Smack rappers out their 5 panel hat
Thunder Cat, usin' all the ammo on the racks
Advance with my leg on the street, no Camelbak
I step like the Hulk, all the granite on the planet crack
I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year
They’ll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear
Is your soul tryna break through the Earth’s atmosphere
I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year
They’ll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear
Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear
Is your soul tryna break through the Earth’s atmosphere
You better bow low, little rodent, scurry through your mouse hole
Before I rip your soul out your motherfuckin' mouth hole
All about doe, turnin' bitches into Alpo
The world is on my dick like I stuck it in the South Pole
Open up my mouth and blow your fuckin' power out
Girls on my hot dog similar to sauerkraut
I’m the type to uppercut all of these Debbie Downers
Cause I spent many hours studyin' Kenny Powers
King of the assholes, trashy as Corvettes
Bank robbers, stick you and vanish into a vortex
Hand over my heart like Napoleon Bonaparte
I burn you like Joan Of Ark, you bitches get blown apart
They shook to death when we make the terror rise
Look in they eyes, you can see how they terrorrized
Soft niggas petrify when the devil rise
Open they hearts, you can see when the terror lies
Run The Green Mile, no sweat, I’m electrified
Fire in the Sky flow, higher than the clouds go
Scared money, no? Put the money where my mouth go
My dawgs gotta eat, breakin' bread like it’s Alpo
Corny ass niggas, stack they bodies in a silo
If shit didn’t flow, I would throw him where the tide flow
Rappers gassed up and they fuckin' with a pyro
Save the small talk, I ain’t social I’m a psycho
Yo, hold the fuck up, who this batti man here pass the shotty
Winchester, military grade, catch a homi
Anybody have a problem with it, let them try me
Nobody make a fuckin' move unless it’s sanctioned by me
(I'm the fucking boss out here)
I’ll let my young bol ride on ya
Waitin' on another fuckin' letter from Andromeda
Sold out shows from Bogota to Ottawa
I just copped a YHM ray silencer
Soul of Nicolino and the mind of a philosopher
I’mma bring the motherfuckin' drama like an opera
Have a Siciliana shoot at you like a photographer
Deadly with the machete, ready for any conqueror
Hahahahaha!
Army of the Pharaohs!
We worldwide baby!
Yeah, Official Pistol!