Dead Shall Rise Lyrics - Army Of The Pharaohs: The Unholy Terror - Jedi Mind Tricks

We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again 

But we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it 

A.O.T.P., we above the law 

See the cops start running nigga call the dogs 

They can't see me, I throw that Molotov 

And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods 

I don't give a fuck about you 

I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you 

Chase the driver that's trying to save you 

And lace 'em with the scalpel 

Break your Adam's, Apple and clap you and leave you mangled 

I'm not the asshole claiming Philly, I'm blowing up the fucking castle 

Fuck pity and mercy I'm thirsty for the title 

Kill your vitals with verses, curses 

And hearses move 'em like Vinny Idol 

Take Vinnie and Planet, mould 'em inside a bowling ball 

Launch em against the way you claim you carry 

Break your shoulders off 

Just for showing off you're stupid 

I don't threaten niggas, I really do this 

Squeeze the juice out of you like embalming fluid 

Burn his lid, barbecue 'em and fuckin' burn his ribs 

Throw the dress away with the evidence 

Burn a fucking wig 

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I got plans for your murder and I'm ready to discuss em 

You're ready to die? Tell God I said, "Fuck him." 

Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard 

Bullets are free throw, silencer is the proof guard 

Said you was a crook but you ain't busting no lead homes 

Only jack you pulling is connected to some headphones 

The sound of the clap louder than several operas 

My sitcom screaming "I'm gonna kill you" across the Teleprompter 

Yes I'm sick fuck the Zicam and Zyrtec 

How you gonna fight man when y'all resemble Smurfette? 

Stretch your neck till your head meets your ass 

I'll beat your dad dead now he's a deadbeat dad 

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Nothing is ever promised, especially your life I demolish 

Too many niggas claim street but wouldn't last in the projects 

Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money 

Black why you gotta act? I be screaming where the money at? 

I never understood your hood mentality 

Man you still selling weed on the block dog, that's blasphemyy 

That's embarrassing, you nickel and dimin' 

A small cut off a bundle and you thinking you shinin' 

I could rumble in the jungle and tussle with all the lions 

My hustle could turn to rustle but for now I'm survivin' 

Living 

My kids are chillin' and I'm whippin' the new boy 

It ain't a Maybach but it's better than your toy 

A.O.T.P., we above the law 

See the cops start running nigga call the dogs 

They can't see me, I throw that Molotov 

And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods 

I'm a motherfucking warlock, get your jaw popped by the raw rock 

Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop 

Get your pores popped 

Like a dermatologist, I'm wildin' with 

Thugs who go in your mouth like Polident 

I body shit, I ruin you homes 

Turn your studio session into a funeral home 

Two in your dome 

Got young bucks who buck for us 

Homie follow the laws of God 

And Chuck Norris 

A.O.T.P 

We in good company 

Screamin', "We the fuckin' world champs" like we Chase Utley 

My whole fam-o, tuck in the gauge, bustin' them K's 

Have your block sounding like the Mummers Parade 

I've been catching fucking bodies for twenty years 

From eating motherfuckers on the street up to bloody tears 

Camouflage backpacks, Tims and some money wares 

Now these rap faggots fucking sweeter than Gummy Bears 

This isn't simple arithmetic, this is ancient math 

Make you lose your face in Jehovah/Jay Hova like you was Damon Dash 

I take a fucking machete and cut your brain in half 

You're fucking with something deadly and Vinnie Satan laughs 

I'm the greatest rapper alive 

The Vin bias 

Cause I ain't get my chance to shine, call me Len Bias 

I'll be patiently waiting for you if men try us 

I don't call it writing no more 

I call it a pen virus 

Mixtape rappers I should snap your throat 

Bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and coke 

(Release the Krakken) 

Ap is the crackers last hope 

Honkey Kong fuckin' bitches leaving mattresses broke 

If the condom break I'mma tell the bitch to abort 

I'm like the sniper on the roof looking out for the stork 

Little dogs getting shanked for a box of Newports 

There ain't a jail that could hold me cause Ap teleports 

Skipping court on the porch with the criminal sorts 

You was usin' couch cushions buildin' living room forts 

Your mom's pouring yayo on my dick to snort 

I only rock a halo to hide horns and pitchforks 

A.O.T.P., we above the law 

See the cops start running nigga call the dogs 

They can't see me, I throw that Molotov 

And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods