Hollow Points Lyrics - Army Of The Pharaohs: The Unholy Terror - Jedi Mind Tricks

I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you. You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that's not bull; that's truth. I've went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you I'm coming forward. You'd have to shoot me to stop me and if you don't kill me... you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you 

They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers 

You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer 

Nigga I'm iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over 

I'm a cancer nigga no chemo 

I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal 

I'm heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through 

I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn 

Calm before the storm's Katrina nigga, I'm drawn 

Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants 

Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven 

I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons 

I'm shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson 

I'm close to perfection with rap nigga I'm flawless 

I'm God's light, the type to illuminate in the darkness 

Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic torch is lit 

I scorch your clique, nigga I'm back again 

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If I ain't on my grind then I'm high trying to take your cheque 

I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain't break a sweat 

AKs and TECs make them vacate a set 

If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck 

You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville 

Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real 

Fuck a bitch, I'll leave a nigga burnt for real 

Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal 

I just turn the wheel, hit em in the back pocket 

Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot 

Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled 

And I'm about to catch a motherfucking homicide 

This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it's fucking hot 

I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his fucking prime 

Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money 

If there's tension in the room then you know it's coming from me 

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We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change 

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame 

This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang 

Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain 

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change 

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame 

This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang 

Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain 

My rap will give you fucking brain cancer 

Different question cousin same answer 

Y'all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane's dancer 

But there's a method to my madness unusual still 

They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill 

We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill 

We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed 

I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real 

That could make a warrior like Zeus if he's truthfully ill 

I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss 

Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss 

It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist 

It's God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift 

I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick 

I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick 

I'm a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit 

That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip 

Niggas try to hate, we don't hear the side talk 

Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk 

Barack wants help, all my bodies buy em chalk 

My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock 

This for y'all wild out when your cell's cracked 

You know your time's short when they trying to send your mail back 

We catch bodies for the love of the block 

I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop 

So while you hugging model jawns I was hugging the block 

One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock 

Yeah say I'm steamed when I'm pulling a scam quick 

Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas 

Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour 

And you's a pussy, where I'm from that's the name of a coward 

So when you get your weight up I'm already in power 

Who wants war? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs 

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change 

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame 

This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang 

Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain 

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change 

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame 

This'll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang 

Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain