Текст песни Army of the Pharaohs - Burn You Alive

The Unholy Terror
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Underground Rap
Исполнитель: Army of the Pharaohs
Альбом: The Unholy Terror
Длительность: 04:08
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[Chorus:] This is the night I'm burning you alive* Right here and no one will hear, you'll cry in fear This is the night where I'm sure of your demise in my head And I will be here to watch you die in fear [? ] a prayer, are you there? And I don't care [Verse 1:] You either a mark or a killer, me I'm as sharp as a splinter As cold and harsh as the winters in the heart of December My limericks ain't hard to remember but harder to figure I leave your carcass disfigured, dismembered then carve out your liver And vital organs, rigor mortis, your corpse is Niggas hard to record this I'm thought-provoking with the logic of Vulcans I'm not into sulking but soaking the bitch I'm at sea with the sharks in the moat And see if his princess carcass can float Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts The same old G in this game homie Still bringing the pain like Sugar Shane Mosley And you will light a candle to say a prayer And cry in fear but you still die and I won't care [Verse 2:] Ain't nobody dope as me Unless you find him in the I'll AOTP So let the [? ] no seeds, purple hairs blow [? ] in the tuck [? ] for the weirdos Shake makes a lot so he's letting his beard grow His father gave his lessons over eighty-four years old You can't out-slick a fox with his own tricks The barrel got spit same time that the chrome kicks [ Army Of The Pharaohs Lyrics are found on ] Your block's hurting, niggas hoping to score soon Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom Can't provide a dozen so we gonna need more room Faggots still bugging so they wanna need more tombs [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 3:] The more you sweat in peace time the less you bleed in war I'm strapped with the four-pound cocked at the demon's door I ain't trying to talk it out, it ain't peace at all I just pull them four-fours out when the Reaper call Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong I'm hitting harder and smarter than a Sri Lankan bomb I'm still using the weaponry that I copped at Nam I'm still using telepathy from the father's bond It's wild hard to explain what I do to rats The hollow tips will have y'all dancing like Scoob and Scrap Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap Now you rock an eyepatch like Ricky the Ruler's back [Verse 4:] It's hot in the winter, cold in the summer, nigga the slumber Overpower the thunder clap, y'all niggas going under I cover the fort, hold down the team for sport We need dope so Nixon get the fuck out of court Yo block, we need the block sewed up and locked Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot Paz got the Glock, Planetary don't stop And [? ] and a malfunction, dungeon to rot I'm something to watch, sort of like American Idol I'm sheisty, that's why I never swear on the Bible I came to heal the sick and raise the dead Cast out all the demons you introduced to [? ] [Repeat Chorus:]
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