I could talk bitches out of they jeans
Gold diggers out of they cream
Little wannabe rap mother****as out of they dreams
I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends
I'm like a pound of uncut coke when hittin' the scene
Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam
If ya waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician
Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind
Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes
And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime
These little backpack niggas probably jacked my lines
But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine
Y'all are just bitches (Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill)
Ya squad could rock Bird throwbacks and couldn't "sell ticks"
Steven King, disturbed and sick
Only birds you ever flipped was due to road rage
Only gray you ever pushed was due to old age
Bomb grower? Nah dude, the only shit you ever moved was with lawn mowers
You ain't traffickin' shit
No package in the back of the whip
No gats, no clips, why you rockin' that watch still?
Only archeologists check for iced-out Fossils
Is this a vintage affair? Them Jordans isn't that rare
Plus they so dingy they resemble my original pair
Servin' AotP? That'd be a head trip
Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnati Reds shit
(scratched) (x2)
Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards
Everybody want a piece of the gods
Gigantic with the rap, I throw a flame in the street
Nothin' less than a professor manifestin' the heat
So hot, I don't even bring a piece when I beef
Pass the block, and get your ass beat down, we laugh and watch
And it's funny how we throw a rubber band on a knot
Cryin' like little bitches or newborns that's teething
We urban gorillas workin' with killers
Bow and arrows from the Pharaohs, dog you heard what the deal is
We the realest and you feel us 'cause you probably been through it
Suicidal rap, nigga, cut your skin to it
And shit don't matter if you die or live through it
We beat you 'till you piss bluish, hit you with sick fluid
I never aim to please, get cut quick, gone with the breeze
Like it never happened, the captain of fly rappin'
Attackin' with war tactics and write it down in fine graphics
Cause havoc, my "mobb's deep," gun butt, you now sleep
Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep
Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets
I'm standin' here close from breakin' your nose
The life that you chose is nothin', why keep runnin'?
Shoot, I'm gunnin', my mother****ing cold deeds is headhuntin'
Frontin' is a waste of time, you get money and shine
On your grind, it's all in your mind
Heed these words or meet this bird, Desert
Bangin' at your heartless herbs, heartless herbs, nigga
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.50]I could talk bitches out of they jeans
[00:03.33]Gold diggers out of they cream
[00:04.83]Little wannabe rap mother****as out of they dreams
[00:07.32]I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends
[00:12.36]I'm like a pound of uncut coke when hittin' the scene
[00:14.97]Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam
[00:20.10]If ya waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician
[00:22.68]Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind
[00:27.93]Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes
[00:30.45]And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime
[00:33.00]These little backpack niggas probably jacked my lines
[00:35.55]But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine
[00:38.16]Y'all are just bitches (Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill)
[00:43.29][Verse 2: Esoteric]
[00:45.99]Ya squad could rock Bird throwbacks and couldn't "sell ticks"
[00:51.00]Steven King, disturbed and sick
[00:56.61]Only birds you ever flipped was due to road rage
[00:59.22]Only gray you ever pushed was due to old age
[01:01.77]Bomb grower? Nah dude, the only shit you ever moved was with lawn mowers
[01:05.82]You ain't traffickin' shit
[01:07.23]No package in the back of the whip
[01:09.12]No gats, no clips, why you rockin' that watch still?
[01:11.88]Only archeologists check for iced-out Fossils
[01:14.34]Is this a vintage affair? Them Jordans isn't that rare
[01:16.74]Plus they so dingy they resemble my original pair
[01:19.38]Servin' AotP? That'd be a head trip
[01:22.11]Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnati Reds shit
[01:24.90](scratched) (x2)
[01:25.11]Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards
[01:27.57]Everybody want a piece of the gods
[01:29.79][Verse 3: Planetary]
[01:37.53]Gigantic with the rap, I throw a flame in the street
[01:40.08]Nothin' less than a professor manifestin' the heat
[01:42.66]So hot, I don't even bring a piece when I beef
[01:47.22]Pass the block, and get your ass beat down, we laugh and watch
[01:50.52]And it's funny how we throw a rubber band on a knot
[01:58.35]Cryin' like little bitches or newborns that's teething
[02:01.53]We urban gorillas workin' with killers
[02:03.48]Bow and arrows from the Pharaohs, dog you heard what the deal is
[02:05.94]We the realest and you feel us 'cause you probably been through it
[02:08.76]Suicidal rap, nigga, cut your skin to it
[02:11.37]And shit don't matter if you die or live through it
[02:13.86]We beat you 'till you piss bluish, hit you with sick fluid
[02:16.59][Verse 4: Des Devious]
[02:17.10]I never aim to please, get cut quick, gone with the breeze
[02:21.45]Like it never happened, the captain of fly rappin'
[02:23.79]Attackin' with war tactics and write it down in fine graphics
[02:26.67]Cause havoc, my "mobb's deep," gun butt, you now sleep
[02:29.43]Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep
[02:32.04]Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets
[02:39.75]I'm standin' here close from breakin' your nose
[02:41.70]The life that you chose is nothin', why keep runnin'?
[02:44.46]Shoot, I'm gunnin', my mother****ing cold deeds is headhuntin'
[02:47.73]Frontin' is a waste of time, you get money and shine
[02:50.76]On your grind, it's all in your mind
[02:57.51]Heed these words or meet this bird, Desert
[03:00.09]Bangin' at your heartless herbs, heartless herbs, nigga
I could talk bitches out of they jeans
Gold diggers out of they cream
Little wannabe rap mother****as out of they dreams
I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends
I'm like a pound of uncut coke when hittin' the scene
Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam
If ya waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician
Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind
Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes
And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime
These little backpack niggas probably jacked my lines
But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine
Y'all are just bitches (Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill)
Ya squad could rock Bird throwbacks and couldn't "sell ticks"
Steven King, disturbed and sick
Only birds you ever flipped was due to road rage
Only gray you ever pushed was due to old age
Bomb grower? Nah dude, the only shit you ever moved was with lawn mowers
You ain't traffickin' shit
No package in the back of the whip
No gats, no clips, why you rockin' that watch still?
Only archeologists check for iced-out Fossils
Is this a vintage affair? Them Jordans isn't that rare
Plus they so dingy they resemble my original pair
Servin' AotP? That'd be a head trip
Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnati Reds shit
(scratched) (x2)
Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards
Everybody want a piece of the gods
Gigantic with the rap, I throw a flame in the street
Nothin' less than a professor manifestin' the heat
So hot, I don't even bring a piece when I beef
Pass the block, and get your ass beat down, we laugh and watch
And it's funny how we throw a rubber band on a knot
Cryin' like little bitches or newborns that's teething
We urban gorillas workin' with killers
Bow and arrows from the Pharaohs, dog you heard what the deal is
We the realest and you feel us 'cause you probably been through it
Suicidal rap, nigga, cut your skin to it
And shit don't matter if you die or live through it
We beat you 'till you piss bluish, hit you with sick fluid
I never aim to please, get cut quick, gone with the breeze
Like it never happened, the captain of fly rappin'
Attackin' with war tactics and write it down in fine graphics
Cause havoc, my "mobb's deep," gun butt, you now sleep
Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep
Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets
I'm standin' here close from breakin' your nose
The life that you chose is nothin', why keep runnin'?
Shoot, I'm gunnin', my mother****ing cold deeds is headhuntin'
Frontin' is a waste of time, you get money and shine
On your grind, it's all in your mind
Heed these words or meet this bird, Desert
Bangin' at your heartless herbs, heartless herbs, nigga
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.50]I could talk bitches out of they jeans
[00:03.33]Gold diggers out of they cream
[00:04.83]Little wannabe rap mother****as out of they dreams
[00:07.32]I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of his fiends
[00:12.36]I'm like a pound of uncut coke when hittin' the scene
[00:14.97]Y'all are powder particles that trickled off the triple beam
[00:20.10]If ya waitin' for trickin' then you should date a magician
[00:22.68]Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind
[00:27.93]Cats swear to God they high, hearin' Apathy's rhymes
[00:30.45]And hold a torch up to trees like the back of a dime
[00:33.00]These little backpack niggas probably jacked my lines
[00:35.55]But like divorce with no prenup, half of it's mine
[00:38.16]Y'all are just bitches (Esoterodactyl got morgues to fill)
[00:43.29][Verse 2: Esoteric]
[00:45.99]Ya squad could rock Bird throwbacks and couldn't "sell ticks"
[00:51.00]Steven King, disturbed and sick
[00:56.61]Only birds you ever flipped was due to road rage
[00:59.22]Only gray you ever pushed was due to old age
[01:01.77]Bomb grower? Nah dude, the only shit you ever moved was with lawn mowers
[01:05.82]You ain't traffickin' shit
[01:07.23]No package in the back of the whip
[01:09.12]No gats, no clips, why you rockin' that watch still?
[01:11.88]Only archeologists check for iced-out Fossils
[01:14.34]Is this a vintage affair? Them Jordans isn't that rare
[01:16.74]Plus they so dingy they resemble my original pair
[01:19.38]Servin' AotP? That'd be a head trip
[01:22.11]Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnati Reds shit
[01:24.90](scratched) (x2)
[01:25.11]Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards
[01:27.57]Everybody want a piece of the gods
[01:29.79][Verse 3: Planetary]
[01:37.53]Gigantic with the rap, I throw a flame in the street
[01:40.08]Nothin' less than a professor manifestin' the heat
[01:42.66]So hot, I don't even bring a piece when I beef
[01:47.22]Pass the block, and get your ass beat down, we laugh and watch
[01:50.52]And it's funny how we throw a rubber band on a knot
[01:58.35]Cryin' like little bitches or newborns that's teething
[02:01.53]We urban gorillas workin' with killers
[02:03.48]Bow and arrows from the Pharaohs, dog you heard what the deal is
[02:05.94]We the realest and you feel us 'cause you probably been through it
[02:08.76]Suicidal rap, nigga, cut your skin to it
[02:11.37]And shit don't matter if you die or live through it
[02:13.86]We beat you 'till you piss bluish, hit you with sick fluid
[02:16.59][Verse 4: Des Devious]
[02:17.10]I never aim to please, get cut quick, gone with the breeze
[02:21.45]Like it never happened, the captain of fly rappin'
[02:23.79]Attackin' with war tactics and write it down in fine graphics
[02:26.67]Cause havoc, my "mobb's deep," gun butt, you now sleep
[02:29.43]Your funeral be in a week, I dare you to creep
[02:32.04]Pack ridiculous heat from sweepin' the streets
[02:39.75]I'm standin' here close from breakin' your nose
[02:41.70]The life that you chose is nothin', why keep runnin'?
[02:44.46]Shoot, I'm gunnin', my mother****ing cold deeds is headhuntin'
[02:47.73]Frontin' is a waste of time, you get money and shine
[02:50.76]On your grind, it's all in your mind
[02:57.51]Heed these words or meet this bird, Desert
[03:00.09]Bangin' at your heartless herbs, heartless herbs, nigga
Intro-Vinnie Paz/Jus Allah
************* is back,
Jedi-Mind,
Vinnie Paz,
Jus Allah,
Jedi Mind Tricks,
It aint a game baby,
************* is back,
Jedi...
Celph Titled: Yeah! It's the God Damned Army.
Chief Kamachi:
Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap
Blood on the tarot pack, the power black
St...
(Chorus)
(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Army of the Pharaohs, Celph Titled, Let's do this, whuh? whuh? yeah, yo
Well if 50 got shot nine times and ain't die,...
Messenger Boy: But the Thesselonian you're fighting...
he's the biggest man I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him."
Achilles: " That's why no o...
It is said that once an entire army marched against him,
A real army.
1,2,1,2
Pharaoh **** bitch
Yo, I live life according to the Low End Theory,
Mos...
C**k guns to blast shit, b***h what's the meaning of that
shit's scheming to blast a smith and westin' was hood
I'm grown now I gotta start protectin...
Planetary:
It's the manifestation of rap greatness
I determine my life around the sound of a piano and bass hit
I shake shift and get 'em to shake qui...
Verse 1-Planetary
Put me in the booth and I'll brodie your wave files,
I laugh at you fag-bitches with dyed hair and pierced lips,
What kinda bitches ...
They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers
You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
***** I'm iller, count s...