Army of the Pharaohs - Bust 'Em In скачать mp3

[Intro] Stupid motherfuckers. Run, duck, and hide. Die motherfucker die. Let em know, Celph. It’s time to bust some heads in. Let’s go. Oh yeah. [Chorus] Hard to the motherfucking core we are The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad Run run, we gonna tear the head piece up Uh huh, you don’t want beef because Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust em in Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust em in Lost bust em in Bust bust em in Bust bust em in Bust bust em in [Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze] AOTP, fresh nice and ice links You won’t feel till after the punch like a spiked drink Sipping Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings Real niggas survive things and die kings I can hit that homie, said yo you owe it to me So it’s no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie You got a heart homeboy? Then show it to me The flow’s majestic, I spit a roll of golden fruities I’m old school like roll a dooby Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies A pimp and a killer, gorilla in your project Nine milli really only defence of my logic The shotgun just sits in the closet Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my shit Nonsense, the weak could never stop the thorough Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls [Chorus] [Verse 2: Apathy] I treat fools like tools cause I always got a few biscuits And bus em in like kids from different school districts Y’all dipshits will get your spinal discs flipped Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick I’m wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick’s lit Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit Running through the Red Seas like an escaped slave Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves Like what I was doing during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant Ap the seed of Rasputin Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body And three quarter length fat goose to conceal shotties The god walks the surface of the Sun it won’t melt feet Cause when’s the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] I’m a five-star general, the motherfucking main man Flip a bird, hold a slammy with the same hand And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays Cement mixing your IV, turn your anatomy grey Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP I’m obsessed with OCD, a temperamental mental patient With cyberkenetic onboard computer integration One of rap’s most innovative voices or flows In front of missile-command buttons I look around, all my choices just blow So now you should know I’m the don of braggadocio Flamethrower, I’m Cobra Kai and I’m keeping it dojo name goers Come down and sign up, I’m training soldiers to rhyme Don’t forget the punchline’s up Cause you ain’t fucking with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere No rap is nowhere near what I just wrote here oh yeah