Battle Hymn

I travel underground like the Goonies with a bag full of uzis Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies My banger's on the waist, I never wave it around But I always chamber a round when there's strangers around Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max Never relax, study the facts and stockpile gats Cause the sky's about to bleed blood out from the clouds This gas mask's in my backpack when walking through crowds The post-apocalyptic, optic fitted, with bionic circuitry Surgically planted perfectly, no way to word it verbally But extrasensory perception got me detecting Any cop or detective, intercept them, and stop 'em with weapons King Syze, Vinnie Paz, we like Animal Hawk Grammatical master for art, Heavy Metal we smashing your thoughts We upper level, you rappers are technicians Undergraduates I gotta doctorate when it comes to ripping Scientific, I was spawned from a different species And if you beat me, you gon’ fight me every time you see me It’s never over, fuck Syze it's King Cobra I’m brushing off my shoulders, spittin lethal plus we taking over I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open It’s open season on any rapper who want to beef with The Army of the Pharaohs, yeah man we’ll bring the season Don't hit me with the drama, don't approach me 'bout no B.I Cause I'm a Pharaoh king, and y'all ain't worthy of a reply Bodies I've caught decomposing on the seaside Catch me river dancing through the bloody waters, knee-high Mind state is cut throat, can't walk around deprived My team shut it down, any access will be denied Crown royal status Puerto-Ricans, that's how we ride Nocturnal foes mesmerized by the streetlights One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries For the haters I've murked, they would love to see me die Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by I got a lot of hate, I got to learn to love, stop the date But some days I would rather murder than populate Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates Who knows what the future holds, gotta watch and wait I can't function clear, keep a ton of guns and beer I never sweat it, I get arrested like once a year My gun big as two guns, you should cover your ears Believe half of what you see and nothing you hear Nobody listens, I got a lot of ground to cover Bullets go in one ear and out the other Tucked the weapon in, kick his face In the blood pool like give him a taste of his own medicine Impeach the president, I’m pulling out my ray-gun Chuck D’s greatest line and y'all ain’t even thank him Y'all ain’t on my radar, horrible like Hagar Mos Eisleys flow, beats banging on the space bar Haters get mad, start banging on the spacebar Flip over the desk, ought to take it up with HR Your bitch give Bad Brains, like she work for H.R I be where the rays are, you wonder where the weights are I’m a cannibal, you cats wonder where the plates are I know that I’m immortal why you wonder where the gates are I Cold Crush your Brother like Grandmaster Caz Paz work with the .45 like Lakim Shabazz I’m from the East Coast nigga, but I’m still loped out I grew up inside the crack-house, my moms was smoked out You know the kid with the bummy kicks, holes in his jeans Same shirt, chilling on some bummy shit Yeah, that was me though, attracted to the metal like Magneto Sneakers started talking like ay bandito Got my own …..??? Now it’s on ‘cause I’m rolling with the Pharaohs legit Tired of rappers always rhyming that bullshit Catch at you at your CD signing, with a full clip Now, how you feel about the Pharaohs and the Demigodz? That’s what I thought nigga, because we large and in charge Keep shooters on stash, move and they blast Refugees that came on an inner tube with a gat Rubix Cuban ?, but you will respect the handle Spend checks on Windex so I shine the chrome enamel I throw hands with the devil so ain't much to fear after Bitches cry over me, I'm a top tier rapper American Idol with a wet wipe for you desperate housewives Firecracker go off from my brick, the whole house white And I will outright say that you soft I write your favorite writer that you base your style off of I'll let the Tec blast in ya, if the check cash finish Shells give you a turtle-face, make ya back splinter With the semi-automatic, sipping henny in the attic Spitting heavy with the god of the Serengeti blasted Fasted, ‘till I downloaded the attachment The hunger came back, now I’m eating like a savage Walking through the labyrinth, imagining it’s Nazareth Throwing more stones at the throne, lone catalyst Puff puff pass it, that ain't ever been me Only had the urge to annihilate the emcee Used to ride the ten-speed, and copped the top ten sneaks Never thought I’d be in Budapest counting ten Gs But it all makes sense to me Pharaoh clique sick man we thick more than ten feet If I ain’t heard of y'all rappers then you gotta be soft That’s the reason why I talk about the bodies I caught Bodies in north, New Haven down to New York If it’s a fight they put in front of me, it’s gotta be fought They got me in court for carrying the burner on the waist My lawyer is an animal, he murdering the case Boombox hardbody murdering the tape I'll take your fucking heart like a burglar on a date I’m magic with the four-fifth, perfect with the eight I lavish with the lyricals, superlatives is great Mash a motherfucker out, tourniquet his face Jheri-head rappers ain’t assertive as the great, yeah