Текст песни Army of the Pharaohs - Tear It Down

The Torture Papers
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Hardcore Rap / Underground Rap
Исполнитель: Army of the Pharaohs
Альбом: The Torture Papers
Длительность: 03:50
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Загрузил: SmokeDogg


[Reef The Lost Cause] Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly When I was a buck, they had me locked up down in Buck's County But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's whack I can't eat like that Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desert hit you When you thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell You ain't ready, is you? I invest in every pistol Aim on point like a steady missile Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs Where the weed at? I need that drug, cause I'm addicted to it Rhyme-boxes start spittin' fluid When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it Love from Philly all the way to kids in Munich Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver [Chorus: x2] So listen up They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement You know we in the place with the guns in our waist Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges [Planetary] This is the start of you dyin', Plan' spit with the heart of a lion The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron Pointed at your fuckin' chest, bitch niggaz is cryin' I'ma reef the lost cause and we causin' the violence We causin' the murder that causin' niggaz carryin' burners We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us You don't understand, we got the upper-hand spittin' First you need to over-stand, you soft like under-hand pitchin' You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spittin' Rapper like me are hard to come by like coppin' Summer Jam tickets You need to focus before you think or approach us You scream "player" dog, we the coaches Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious You niggaz is co-starrin', we the stars of this epic Unveilin' the secret is more than fairy tales when we preachin' This that '94 Boom Bap shit that we teachin' [Chorus] [Vinnie Paz] Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry VIII style Y'all remindin' me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile I wanna see everybody in the place wild Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!" I stay bent daddy night and day Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay It ain't nice, but it's right to say It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless My team is on the same shit like collaborative efforts We grab at your necklace, there's no other way We bring it back to the East like we brother Jay Any fuckin' day, you could come see us North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos Fuck it! Let they brains blow [Chorus] [Outro] They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement
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