The Ultimatum
Army of the Pharaohs
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The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em aOTP The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em You can't f*ck with the army The ultimatum ain't debated Ain't the same as when you waitin' For someone to keep their word or The paper from a payment Ain't negating nothin' I can break their front and take it from them Wait a month and take a pump and Make 'em want to make up somethin' Take an up-and-coming artist Or classic figure If you see me reaching out It's to smack a nigga Melanin scheme is telling 'em squeeze Shell an MC to breeze Ease G', tell like Aviv Felony three on melody schemes They selling them dreams dMX is Nelly to me Tellin' 'em please, just leave Before I have to swell a person It's no question like playing The a capella version Look I said it before Shouldn't say it again But in case you hard of hearing Look you and your mans Can get it in the worst way Run when killers thirsty For a lame and his blood Sweep it under the rug Just like it never happened We professional fighters And I ain't talking about scrapping I'm talking pistol gripping You know the rest, no need to Stress how my niggas live it Just know we go so hard For dough and lavish living And since I had my taste Can't find nothing that's better Ridin' high gripping wood Ass on the softest leather Oh, y'all some scary dudes? Man I ain't afraid of you murder you Crack a brew and watch it on the news Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat Respect beef Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week What does the future hold? Bullets Going through your clothes My niggas is all large like a Jewish nose Hold more arms than a hookah bowl Y'all motherfuckers ain't been nice since The Eagles won the Superbowl Check your stat books, get your rat hooks Out my rap books Biting-ass niggas get your snacks took You in the scrapbook scrap shook Y'all niggas think beef is what these Dudes type on they Macbooks I'll smash your Hewlett-Packard You fucking doofus rapper AOTP fuckers, it's the newest chapter Catch me in the street dressed pretty as hell But when it comes to these raps I get gritty for real Knock 'em out the box Syze I spin your motherfucking Head counterclockwise Y'all niggas is not Syze You full of shit like a pot pie Labels better cross them T's Dot them I's or them shots fly Pass the Master, have to blast you Chokin' the track like please Excuse the asthma Please excuse my French, f*ck the Spanish Talking ghetto language the hood Can understand it A wrath of God, Satan f*ck the apostles Army of the Pharaohs back ready to rock you Vinnie fucking smash your jaw It ain't nobody rapping half as raw I was writing rhymes over Loops by Stacy Lattimore Guess you wondering what Vinnie need All the assassins for Guess you wondering if I'm a Communist or fascist bol Shoot three at you and push the Rock like this was basketball Chop your body up in little Pieces with my plastic saw Y'all need to overstand the jux is real I run with ghetto boys and I ain't talking Bushwick Bill If looks could kill then y'all Would be kaputs for real We drink your blood and hang your Body up on hooks of steel i push the pills Call me Vinnie the psychiatrist And y'all are gonna have to See defeat like a podiatrist In the dice game you say I won't place those bets That's like saying you know the Wu But call that dude Ghostface Deck I leave your whole face wet like you Got hit with a water balloon The size of a propane jet Altercations I took place and No police was involved If I'm beefin' we ain't Greetin', I'm deleting you, pal I keep my weed in a jar And roll it in a Philly wrapper I'm AOTP so I roll with Philly rappers And will kill a rapper Don't believe us? Try us We the illest out believe it I'm not biased At best you're a rookie Your show's like a Catwoman audition 'Cause we'll see who plays the best pussy It's the ultra (ultra) Magnetic like I'm seven foot Outsmart your art of rhyme though I've never read a book off with your head You shook in the corner shiverin' Delivering a dosage of the Most potent Ritalin You must be kiddin' nigga This ain't no Kid 'n Play more like NWA F*ck you kids gonna say? Hola Hola aye Oh God hold my trey pound You rap clowns sit around in broad day Broad Street Bully rap Yo Kwest you took me back To the scuffed trees and the Champion hoodies in black i blacked out Snap in a packed house The gallon of Jack's out That stout got my passed out You can't take the word on the street From a bird on the wire And you'll never hear the truth in The church of a liar Real men converse, you prefer to conspire Give it a year you'll be the first to retire We don't roll with snakes, we curse a pariah You're mad at your people Over earthly desires You don't believe it? Just peep the verses Presidential, we roll deep as secret service Too many niggas claim they OG But most of them won't approach me Catch me everywhere My niggas like to play low key I'm mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas Out of a broken home so They label us hateful niggas Never take a nation of mills It takes a killer On medication chasin' their pills With haze and liquor Bad lieutenant in a black whip, black shottie Dragging a safety net only 'cause we catch bodies We act snotty and rap godly and clap loudly They don't want hardcore 'cause They fags probably I don't make shit to make you Want to paint a canvas I spit fatal language only to Cause pain and anguish Don't bring drama to the old-timers When it calls for a Time you catch Alzheimer's And turn into Carl Thomas i'll pack a Llama Separate the lions from llamas and alpacas If I pow pow at ya ali bumaye Zoom by clappin' ya Wound guys, the room guys, Mumbai massacre Verse so raw I'm trying to tell ya I'll salmonella poison any these boys in The path of the craft lean on the Craftmatic Paralyzed from ass to your calf Half radish for half of the cabbage Five and a half hours, dime bags is sour Get twisted Niggas get high as the Comcast tower lifted Like a dumbbell, inhale your lungs swell Whiff of the piff bury the gun smell Either you run well The shells stick in you like a thumbtack Pistol clip you like a thumbnail Won't get caught for a thumbprint The lawyer eat the case like roast Deploy you and your boy Ain't payin' one cent hide your charms Firearms, will rip through the Bone and the marrow It's the Army of the Pharaohs check
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Written by: CHAD AARON BROMLEY, DAVID EDENS, DAVID KLEIN, DAVID ANDREW ALBALADEJO, JASON C FAUST, MARCUS ALBALADEJO, MARIO COLLAZO, RAFIEK GEORGE, SHARIF TALIB LACEY, TODD RYAN NEUBERT, VINCENT LUVINER
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