Army of the Pharaohs - 7th Ghost

Bring the light to the dark a-O T-P, yeah!

I Self, Lord and Master, I'm not a rapper
The industry been in a nigga pockets
Since Napster
So me explainin' why I'm still grinding
I don't have to
I'd sell my masters, if the cash come
'Cause my girl need a new
Car and baby need Pampers it's real shit
Y'all never know about it ask us
Side jobs in retail
Detail cars and ride trash trucks
Never complain, we never had much
The ends won't justify the means
It don't add up rap, work, and sell dope
Now that's a mash-up
Kids say they wanna do this? I just crack up
I tell em stay in school, fool
You need a backup

Ayo, I'm blowin' brown every day
To keep the stress down
And niggas that I seem to let 'round
They always let down
So I'm building a bunch of
Young niggas like Brett Brown
They all ballers
Keepin' niggas in check so when I
Big up my set I'm payin' homage to Pharaohs
And when you hear me spit
Acknowledge my vowels it's probably foul
I never change the language for change
It's slang written
Half my life gamblin' heists to
Keep that thang with 'em
Suplex mangler, but it's a cold word baby
So I'm a North Face
And Cumberland whore chasin'
So knuckle up or get cutted up
Or smacked with the butt end of the gun
Buttercup, for trying to fuck with us
Who dumb enough to try one of us?
We peelin' your girl off the
Grill of a Hummer truck when the sun come up
Who one of us? Raise your face to the skies
And watch the mortals make way for
The return of the Gods pharaohs

A-O T-P cock the latch back, clack clack
O-P-G got the straps in the back pack
Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch back
Punch you in the face
Slap your man out his snap back
A-O T-P cock the latch back, clack clack
O-P-G got the straps in the back pack
Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch back
Punch you in the face
Slap your man out his snap back

I'm John Allen Muhammad livin' out of a van
Picking off bystanders with a rifle in hand
I'm demented
I'm a couple cards short of a full deck
I'm a liar
I'm the charismatic man in a pulpit
I'm A-O T-P, Demigodz, J-M T
A faith healer, healing through death on CD
I am not a role model
You should raise your own kids (come on)
I'm a dirty rap nigga with
Fruit flies in my crib
I'm strange, I'm deranged
I'm fascinated with death
I chain smoke cigarettes
I got terrible breath
The show's almost over, only two songs left
So cop a T-shirt, find the exit and step
Nigga

Ayeo fuck being a good person
I'm in the hood workin'
Smoking shit to numb my pain
I don't know if you could nurse him
Doctors can't figure out what to do with him
Once upon a time
He used to have screws in him
Now Lucifer let loose in me
They not used to me
I'm not what I used to be
I used to be a young nigga
Silly state of mind
Now I'm just a nigga going
Crazy like he facing time (uhh)
I'm from the hood where the young die
If you don't lay low, you get hung high
Nigga I lay low, and still hang high
In my head
Shit only hit the fan when your man die
I take a sip of this
Liquor inspired with hearses
Nobody survivin'
I smoke my weed out of Bible verses
Inspire churches to sin, what?
I inspire churches to bring
Niggas like me in, clear of my sins but

Why would you ever try to be God with me?
Why would you bother me
Why don't you ever see prophecy?
Possibly honestly, Sodom, Gomorrah atrocity
Mephistopheles at the door to door
A monopoly
Why would you lie to me? Why would
You see the Allah in me?
Am I the only one who see comedy in monogamy?
I lay back
Eat mozzarella and sliced swordfish
Put my feet up on the table in my nice office
Black mask, black millimeter, white Porsches
Every single rhyme Vinnie write
Type gorgeous

Ha ha hahaha listen, Pistolero Pazzie

A-O T-P cock the latch back, clack clack
O-P-G got the straps in the back pack
Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch back
Punch you in the face
Slap your man out his snap back

A-O T-P cock the latch back, clack clack
O-P-G got the straps in the back pack
Bodies in the trunk of the '96 hatch back
Punch you in the face
Slap your man out his snap back

Written by:
JOSE VARGAS, KENNETH G GREENE, LACEY SHARIF TALIB, OSU IRA LESTER, THOMAS SERGE MAX MOONEY, VINCENT LUVINER

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