Drenched In Blood Lyrics - Army Of The Pharaohs: The Unholy Terror - Jedi Mind Tricks

I can't imagine me slacking, it's like a nigga stepping 

And slapping me right in the face but nigga it never happen 

I spit the Passion of Christ, the crucifixion's my weapon 

I take the shield from the knight and stick it through your intestines 

And that's just in day's work 

My motivation killing sincerely taken from day's hurt 

I spray earth with the venomous mind spray 

It's a hard knock life before Jay left Beyonce 

All-white green leather Diamante 

Windows tinted, y'all sit timid acting Kanye 

You so stranje I'm throwing boomerangs at your foolish gang 

Overruled... 

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Motherfucker you a faggot, you kiss niggas like Lil' Wayne 

I'm Kool G in his prime, you niggas rapping like Lil' Zane 

I don't two-step, nigga I move wet 

Cocaine, ecstasy and carry two jets 

Now if it wasn't for my seed I wouldn't need my life 

Give me a hoodie and the mask, I don't need the ice 

I keep verses in my head, I don't need to write 

Left hook split your shit open, I don't need a knife 

I'm on my hate shit, AK shit 

Step on my shoes, I shoot you in the face bitch 

So what the fuck is up? You niggas fucking up 

When Vinnie swing on you I swing on you nigga I fuck you up 

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They all mistaking kindness for weakness 

They all bitches spineless and speechless 

Work all week and you poor by the weekend 

Jerks wanna creep try to choke you while you sleeping 

All cause we spit raw, no if there's a leak and 

Everybody quick draw, we know when you reaching 

Niggas done fucked up, they woke up a demon 

OT possessing having spoke to a deacon 

Hypocrite kids keep a hold on the preaching 

Please don't get split, they don't know what's the reason 

Philly's like Hell but it's cold and it's freezing 

24/7 no matter what the season 

Yeah put me in the booth surrounded by music 

I let my lips go man like I don't give two shits 

You Internet motherfuckers wish y'all was me 

On the road with the Army rolling with QD 

While we be touring y'all be at work whoring 

Begging for overtime, "Please can I get some more?" 

Been there, done that, matter fact still doing it 

Took some time but we running with this music shit 

Say my name man and I'll show up 

Hit a nigga in the gut till his ass blow up 

And I still speak power with the force of an anvil 

I spit gutter words fill another landfill 

I murder anyone who fuck with the villain, it's over 

You ain't American Gangster cause you chilling with Hova 

I got a motherfucking chip and it's still in my shoulder 

I dump the motherfucking clip in your grill and I fold you 

You ain't even in my league and on Vinnie dick 

I'm eating calamari and capocoolo with my ginny clique 

I'm a Sicilian mastiff, you a mini pit 

Eleven Mac 11, nine 9s, on that Biggie shit 

I hug the block with Jay and Moss where that rocko was sold 

I carry four burners like the top of a stove 

2012 when y'all burn, that's what prophecy's told 

I don't give a fuck, I ain't expect to see thirty years old