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All Shall Perish Lyrics

[C.Kamachi: talking]
Yeah, A.O.T.P., come on....
Underground legends......yeh...
Yeah Army Of The motherfuckin' Pharaohs
What I'm sayin', independent,
Warriors takin' over the game
What I'm sayin' it's time for y'all to lay down
and I'm sayin' we back, it been to long
What I'm sayin', the deer hunter's here

[Verse 1: C.Kamachi]
Ain't no need to know my ethno, cause worldwide is where my respect go
My flow is multi-spectral, like I'm space based on LSD in trance state dancin' techno
Tellin' y'all haters to let go
It's enough beef but we vegetarian observe the spiritual laws
Purify ya channels and clearly hate ya flaws
So I wouldn't have to convince you that you wack and shouldn't be here at all
Kamachi's this and that I hear it all,
I see you run from ya squad screamin' I wasn't even there wit y'all
I start wars with the tongue like it's a lesbian alm
Talk with that Thesbian charm,
And you can let ya stereos amp this
It's the old english, pamphlets of a hoodlum Hamlet
Under literary FBI cameras scanned it daddy
(yeah, Ha ha ha ha shit is child's play man)

[HOOK:]
Don't let ya life be the aim of pure misery
Don't let this night keep ya frame on floors shivering
This pain and strife can no longer exist to me
Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery
[x2]

[Verse 2: King Syze]
I'm an assault author, shockin' volts mixed wid water
Disturbin' the law and order when I'm ballin' for the future
We them better kids, rap flows throughout my heritage
And let it live you reppin' shit where's the evidence
All I see and hear is poison in my ears
I kill a track, choke slam the snare,
And let the sample live another day
Save it for another chase hunt it down wid my brothers Outerspace
Tried once but my career's built off anger
I'm bout to leave these raps alone and load bangers
It's just the words from a slave rapper
Tryna bring the game back talkin' to the same master
I'm takin' a stand, my shit expands beyond makin' a band
That talks and storms upon forsaken lands
So when approachin' bring your best shit wit you
When I break it down you can take the rest wit you word

[HOOK]

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
Yeh this is bars of death, we merkin' everybody God is next
Vicious raw literatures pure as Ghandi's flesh
Bomb to the chest, let ya breath cave in
A heart attack to bring the horror back Wes Craven
It make no sense waitin', the team risen
Like Pakistan and India liberated by Britain,
We got rid of dead weight the vision's sharp and cleaner
Like the assassination attempt of Da Cartagena
We like a zombie feature, cause it ain't nothin' sweet
And it ain't nobody that's fuckin' wid us on the street
We reinventin' the wheel cousin the cycle dead
We push the rock and we bark like we Michael Red
I gave you life instead, gave you rice and bread
I think it's time that I separate the disciple head,
That's probably the only thing that can calm me
Vinnie Pazzienza it's the motherfuckin' Army

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King Among Kings Lyrics

(feat. Chief Kamachi, Vinnie Paz, Esoteric, Celph Titled)

[Intro: Chief Kamachi]
Yeah, uh
The dark arts
AOTP, yeah
Feel like the nineties right here don't it
Yeah uh uh, uh uh take 'em back
Yeah, yo

[Chief Kamachi:]
Yo I'm a pharaoh my street magic been on deck
I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat
Look at the walls to my lingual set
In the trim on the gold coffin where my demo's kept
It's Kamachi my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead faggots from the Vatican burned
I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
I'm +Violent By Design+ with the scope in the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
I'm in the desert with fatigues try'na focus the germ
Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming what to Allah
Y'all try'na play heavenly angels
Get ya halos mangled, in the throat of ya saviour strangled
Enough to baffle your ears a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs

[Vinnie Paz:]
Ayyo my flow is pain
I feel nothing I'm bleeding over Cain
This is a soldier game fuck 'em buck 'em blow his brain
I camel-clutch mics put ya fuckin' soul in flames
Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name
We fuckin' load and aim, ayyo Chief Kamach'
Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops
We talking weed and rocks, Desert E's and glocks
The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
I only fuck around with ill rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers
You only mad 'cos your flame is dying
It ain't hard to find you can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan

[Esoteric:]
Master builder
Rap British Bulldog boy ask Mathilda
Cats with the steel young god
The soul benders with uncontrollable tempers
Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was heaven's scapegoat members
Yonder yo the, money folder with that funky odour
Don't get it twisted like I'm speakin' with the tongue of Yoda
You stay behind the voices like a cock-less thunder quoter
I'm sayin' fuck the voices like a foreign country soldier
Shay's worthy my family play dirty
We continue to diss you discontinue like a J-30
(Money wants you killed) Yo you better tell cuz'
To rely on M-16s like D-12 does

[Celph Titled:]
It's the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
We provide you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero
So move back bandejo, you dealin' with a lot of these guys
Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties
I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out
You's a snitch open your mouth, and names come out
So we gonna, hop your top off and brains come out
Nigga I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta 'bout?
Hang 'em out, these pussies is wet, leave 'em to dry
I do the work of the devil, I'm a +hell of a guy+
Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
And have blood squirting out ya head like Coolio's braids
Doggy this is how we slaughter heads
Catch you sleepin' stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed
'Cos I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off
Come back a week later and slice the motherfuckin' scab off
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Silence & I Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yo I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know
And me defeated isn't frequent like Nazareth snow
Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow
Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know
That I ain't scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election another injustice I'ma execute 'em
Land of the free, home of the bravest
Who you think the victim who you think the fuckin' slave is
People on the grind working for minimum wages
Working nine to nine and seein' the minimum paper
Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare
And the lack of a proper universal health care
They don't know about the common man
They care about distracting you and hope that Israel'll bomb Iran
I got a bomb in hand, and it's for George Walker
Meet ya maker motherfucka meet ya lost father

[Hook: clip from Mobb Deep]
"It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style this is how we get down....."
"Big jewelry and big guns
We get busy it get grizzly"

[Verse 2: King Syze]
This is concrete rap Q-Dimension pavin' the way
It's a sacred day waiting for my patience to pay
I'm a horse that grazin' the haters sayin' all that
I'm the evil that's born when someone good passes away
I'm both good and foul things
The love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right left life death the stress of the trial brings
The best of the wild kings that's us
This is smoked out rap get high angel dust
Roll with niggaz that be payin the dues
Playas that don't give a fuck if they lose
Live they whole life drainin' booze
Doc already told me is it rap or smoke
Is it bars of death for life or a whole in my throat
Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' shit
That next shit Syzemology the new testament
Do this for my niggaz call me the fan
Yo I do this for them haters sayin' my songs don't bang

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
If this industry's a movie I'm the starring actor
You're an assistant for the intern at the back of ?gaffer?
But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet
Backstage with four whores on all fours
And that's on all tours
How more can I spit a punchline and an ill statement
And keep your attention span on my records for entertainment
No explainin' it, you do the math I did the math teacher
Miss Anita spread wine under the gymnasium bleachers
Fucker, don't matter which homes speak
Cause we got pistols with barrels longer than Big Bird's beak
Plus the creamy white powder yeh we sellin' the milk D
My audio be to raw for children it's filthy
I never leave the crib without a pack of now and laters
I pack now and blap later
And ain't a player you can find rollin' down the strip with hundred rounds in clips
Packin' macks in the back of the Ac on some Big Pun shit
When you hear the click ya click run quick dick
Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's the pistol whip
Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect an
Inconspicuous spit will catch ya mens when I'm spittin at ya

[Hook]
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Feast Of The Wolves Lyrics

[Intro - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah...hahaha....
Vinnie P!
Celph Titled, Apathy...
Yeah, walk with me!

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
It's the return of the most fucking grimy on earth
It's a funeral in every single line of my verse
Your mind'll just burst, with every line of Solomon's curse
Fuck a hummer, Vinnie Pazienza driving a hearse
It climb to reverse, like the lyrics on a dirty record
I carry thirty weapons, burn you with my .30 Desert
Should learn to accept it, it's a path of destruction
I earn my wage with a 30 H you pass, we'll be buckin'
It's no fucking discussion, I'm as hard as granite
I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic, Pharaohs is causing a panic
Arms will be brawling with Planet, saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a .40 cal, I used to tell my older brother "little shorty, wow"
But that was then daddy this is now
You can suck my dick you little fucking bitch, your block about to bow

[Chorus - Celph Titled]
You better make way, the motherfucking wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit, no we ain't having it
Tell 'em, you heard we came down
Smack 'em, if they make a sound
No, we ain't backing down
No, we ain't repping them
Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?)
Get 'em? We got 'em (Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em (Understand what I'm saying?)

[Verse 2 - Apathy]
Fuck around with the Army and get a split wig
Like Santa Claus, bringing gifts to a Crips' crib
Cuz you're the type that a phony when you try to fight
Hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wild'n right
Nowadays, faggot nerd poets be trying to write
On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite
The foamiest fall, like foliage when they brawl
Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all
Like the planets revolve around suns and space
I got plans that involve large guns and waste
I got flows that evolve beyond the human race
Try to spit em in your lips or off your tongue and your face
I'm toxic waste, I'm top-secret box lock the safe
I'm blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes
I'm crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste
To put the fiends into space where the rockets race

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Celph Titled]
Yo, is there heaven for a gangster?
No, but there's hell for a faggot
Put on my work outfit, with a belt for my rachet
You gonna melt when the gats spit, shoot your mother at your funeral
She fell in the casket, how convenient is that shit?
Shoot a flare at my troops, and we letting the gats flame 'em
Put stairs in the booth, and we stepping our rap game up
I'm a boss but I take orders, from gun exporters
Plus I got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders
You a snitch? We'll rape your daughter
And bring her down to the basement to tape record her
Get your best entertainment lawyer, cuz we about to extort ya
Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw ya, we'll saw ya
With the Black and Decker, slice savagely
I don't gotta use God's name in vain to give my soldiers a blasphemy
And I won't say I'm the best since Rakim and Pac and them
Better yet, I'm the best since Mozart & Bach and them

[Chorus]
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Don't Cry

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]
The first time I heard rap I was so gased
'Cause back then, you could make an album with no cash
But now adays everybody is so cool
You got niggas dropping out of school to learn pro tools
And this is all facts
I had to learn how to fall back
And stop wasting my time with small cats
They'll have you caught up in beef that you'll get killed for
Or caught up in the current, my nigga,that you ain't built for
And young jewels
Not understanding everything in this life started with you but
I know this life is getting kind scarey
When you only here you secondary
Man, you most necessary
And AOTP family is too strong
We hold our head high
'Cause it's been down for to long
And once you get it, don't get it and boast
Just do the knowledge, the greater the trial the greater the growth
Man up

[Verse 2: Planetary]
Don't cry when the struggle aproches
Keep your self at arms reach
Away from haters and jokers
When it's time to be a man
Make your plan and face it
Things are gonna get better
Once you get out of the basement
The struggle only (?)
It lasts if you let it
The only way to overcome it
Is to shuffle through the negatives
It's the positives that allow you to proceed promptly
To react on impusles
And show your results calmly
Take it from a man that'll do for his family
More Vinnie do for Celph,(the line is: More then he do for (him)self)
Who else could understand me
The streets are watching so the option is yours
The only way to make an effect
Is ride for the cause my nigga

[Chorus: Doap Nixon]
We gotta hang on, shorties is giving up,
The hoods broke, 'cause the government don't give a fuck
Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedder
Hold your head high and don't cry, shortie it gets better
Don't live everyday rain and hand's help
This is grown man shit, put in work for your damn self
Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedder
Hold your head high and don't cry, homie it gets better

[Verse 3: Demoz]
I'm coming from a broken home
Bloody tears no cameras
No footage of dad fucking with grandma
And now my daughter get larger by the minute
Asking question like "where my daddy?" I tell her
Baby, in this life we live, theres a life to give
To a upperhand, maybe pretty soon you'll understand that
I took a sip of your Bacardi my nigga (Oops)
I was 12, you were mad, look, I'm sorry my nigga
And thanks for the party my nigga,
You threw for my birthday at parks
Nothing with ever break us apart
Now I'm much bigger, life is much clearer
Perks have been abused dumbing zanis in my syrup
'Till I've been in the grammys with a Shakira look alike
Hopes shes right, I don't wanna be a crip tonight...
Nope, hope a major label looks tonight
'Cause I don't wanna have to strong arm you and your book on tight

[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz]
Call it the hood a gutter,
'Cause all they looking for is a good mother
But it ain't none of them left,
They took the good from 'em
It ain't safe no more, the street is Vietnam
The older guards (?)
Trying to keep it calm
The streets rought out here, it's tought out here
And young boys they don't give a fuck out here (Damn)
But the government the one who put the crack in hoods
We gonna start a revolution, take it back for good
And I don't give a mothafuck about the police
They the reason every single ghetto having no peace
They putting poison in the water
I don't know why
This is for the little shorties
Hold your head and don't cry

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Pages In Blood

[Intro - Vinnie Paz]
Brap brap!
Hahahaha!
Kamach!
Section Eight Egyptians!
What up couso?
Demoz!
Louie Dogs!
Hahahaha!
Yeah!
Genocide General...

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yo, everything I see is fucking dead,
Bullets everywhere, fucking red.
I need the meat to be complete,
give me the fucking bread.
We smoke to get high,
Shoot guns dust and lead,
Struggle to get by:
Shoot nuns, nothing said.
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five,
You a pussy I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives,
I keep the ratchet with me that's where the nine hides,
Italian motherfucker come from where wine thrives.
We from Philly we was trapped in the dirt,
Where the young boys clap at you then clap at your earth,
Yeah, so I suggest that you should clap at them first,
'Cause here in Philly we got shit that make the back of you burst!

[Chorus - Demoz]
Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man,
'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil,
I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people,
Please be patient.
Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man,
'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me?
Money's the root of all evil,
I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people,
Please be patient.

[Verse 2 - Demoz]
Nigga you gon' end up dead or dead broke,
You gon' end up in the trunk with your head poke,
Tie yo' ass up with your son to them bed posts,
Beat you in the head, then be out like the Red Ghost,
Aint a fucking line in my rap you can dare quote,
Fuck a bear-hug i'll put the game in a bear-choke,
Bear-choke nigga's out my way they forfeit,
Whores get, dick in they mouth like Orbit,
Or Juicy Fruit,
Fuck a nigga let the uzi shoot you,
I don't get high i'll give you (?), (fuck that nigga)
Fuck with the squad? I'll turn you (?),
You bout to get signed? Big deal whoop di doo,
Moz, slash Pharaoh true to the skill,
Don't greet me, say hello to the funeral bill,
Alot of nigga's play stupid and silly but know what they do,
When they get a little money and move out of Philly you know?

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Chief Kamachi]
Yo, yo, yo,
This preacher boy trying to tell me my mission on Earth,
Walk up in the Apostles church, pistol beserk,
Even the Devil say Chief is a sick little jerk,
Underground buzz like dirt bees that gristle the dirt,
Dear Father, i hate them fag fuckers,
Smoking dirty weed with cups of OE at the last supper,
Got Mary table dancing, Holy Ghost tryna fuck her, (fuckin' heathen!)
A hustler from Nazareth, i aint no sucker,
Might be crazy, a little out of my mind,
To the tingling of the serpent that's riding my spine,
That aspire me to climb up the fiery vine,
Out of the devilish pit where the rebelious once sit,
After inhaling one spliff, i zone to the 6's,
B-Boy barrels above cracked them crucifix's,
K-A-M-A-C-H-I, Messiah in his riches,
AOTP, i never liked you bitches!

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Drama Theme

[Jus Allah]
You might be the proud new father
I am their future martyr
Who slaughters like blood is the new water
Who's darker, who owns a tooth sharpener
Who's partner is a fool for his tool carver
No disputing, refutings, no eludings
Just shootings, feudings, no undoings
No diffusing, abusings, unexcusing
Shoestring removings becoming behooving
They don't pay me to kill but to stop killin'
I don't hold my ends of the deal, I should start billin'
Any lesser of an evil is not fulfillin'
Don't text your house cleaner for a mop spillin'
You're the trailer, teaser, I'm the feature
You ail, you're weaker, I am neither
I'm a leader, you're a cheater, deceiver
Easier, a receiver, breeder!

[Chief Kamachi]
Musical martyr who do it harder
Fresh to death, like a French funeral parlor
Church and Kamala hurts for the scholars
France holla, anywhere between the Earth and Shambhala
A black and white collar, grimy like crack pipes schwala
Trying to get a rap life dollar
Still spit it for shelltoes lottos with the velcros
It's killa code I dun did it till hell froze
Old school Guc jacket dirty elbows
My boombox blast the heavens
I talk shit, stuck bibles in the ass of reverends
They wonder what faith he is,
Is he Muslim, Christian, or Atheist?
It don't matter, brain splatter just take a clip
Only present, ain't no way to escape the clique

[Vinnie Paz]
This a drama theme, you a faggot rapper drama queen
My body work is vicious quick enough to rock your spleen
Ain't nothin' funny sonny, even Vinnie's glock is mean
Steady with a machete ready for me to chop your team
How is Bush still here, we shoulda been shot him
Hologram, Taliban, call me Vin Laden
You a new jack hustla, Vinnie been clockin'
You a new jack sucker, Vinnie been rockin'
I ain't hear you sucker, come a little closer
Close enough so I can rock you with a mini roaster (x2)

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Everything ain't always what it seems
We bout to blow steam, or fall back and blow cream
Cuz, the left hand's for the position of mic
I made a nigga went himself when the mission ain't right
I'm on some OG shit, go fishin' at night
Scrub the jewels with toothpaste so the glisten is right
Fuckers, I'm on a level that you can't ignored
I prefer a boxcutter til' your face start to drip and pour
Catch me and Reef eating on South Beach
Smackin' niggas so hard that his head leak out meat
Salute me or you better speak out peace
Cuz cats smoke so much oil niggas leak out grease
We play everyday just like the weekend
...and the A to the O to the T to the P in this bitch.

[Celph Titled]
Surgeon General's Warning:
I'm surgically injuring informants to resemble involent deformed kids
Satan's often born force to contort ribs
Expand my lands look at what one golf course did
Nine irons and three woods, goons with the spikey backs
Ali Baba swords swoosh-shaped in the Nike bag
Ask around they say for real "I'ma a rider man"
Ladies love my sniper aim 'plus they like my tiger fang'
Spiders came, Oh!, from my grave when I rose out
Looked at the sphinx and, I chiseled the nose out
Fo'sheezy so there's no doubt, the military unit of the Tibetan black magicians
Is here to make exact incisions
With radioactive equipment
And have you stabbed quick through your cheek flesh like we're bass fishing
So crabs listen, their is no ass kissin'
Sloppy with my work, do my dirt with my mask missin'
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[Verse 1: Planetary]

Yeah! Yo, uh,
A lotta rappers try approaching the omen,
My psalms are punishin' people while I'm up on the podium,
Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again,
I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kid,
Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
Eye on the prize,
I silence the wise, with lyrics make a scientist cry,
Making a secret society expose they purpose,
Making 'em unleash info and exploding my surface,
I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless,
It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split,
I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers
On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerrillas
Untamed, and my niggaz' is Kane
Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame
We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers,
Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers.

[Verse 2: Chief Kamachi]

Yo,
The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says,
Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian res
Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk,
Welcome, this where the murderers lurk,
It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work,
Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt,
Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam,
And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran,
They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam,
I'm in heaven with the angels and smoke grams,
You need God, that's why the earth so damned,
International, trying to get my flow banned,
That`s cool, if I don`t kick these prayers,
A lot of floods and famine's gonna hit these years,
Kamachi back on the chapel stairs,
Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears.

[Verse 3: King Syze]

If you wanna put your money up then muthafucka then put it,
for your families sanity man I wish that you wouldn't,
Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it,
And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage,
Hey y'all mixtape niggas couldn't see my plateaus,
All up in my presence why y'all actin bashful,
King Syze cats and any clique they rap for,
y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows,
From, city to city, intersection to session,
What you reflexin, with or without a weapon,
I'm always steppin, Never scared,
But always and forever prepared,
Yeah the ones who drink gas man, it's revenant gears.

[Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze]

You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent,
Total dominance, rise to prominence,
In my prime like Optimus,
Stand in astonishment,
Actors can glamour it,axis of evil,
I know where Osama is, He down in Camp David,
Down and dirty like a damp basement,
The champ must demand greatness,
From himself, or be another contender,
There's 100's of niggas,
Dead left under the river,
From the days of slaves,
To Hurricanes in Orleans,
See my peoples graves floatin amongst,
the waves, there's hell to pay, what,
the devil don't take checks,
I try to send a message to god,
his phone don't take texts,
I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge,
times is hard homie, why I took them dollars,
Man, my momma got a mortgage,
and my little baby sista need books for college,
I rob all of y'all.

[Verse 5: Doap Nixion]

Hey yo,
They want the hood in here so they called me first,
I get em rappers Gatorade cuz they ball with thirst, UH!
This is more then music,
but these niggas is mad trash,
that's why the stores refuse em, yo,
I'm out in Georgia goin straight to the block,
I'm seein cats motorcyclin dawg I'm doin the wop,
I'm an OG, I call my Italian niggas a wop,
though they papers aint right but they got weight on the block,
I love em uh,
hand to hand till your hands ache,
I drunk so much syrup dawg I stop eatin pancakes,
Ya niggas cool dawg mines absurd hot,
Stop frontin like you's a killa money your nerves shot,
Yo you's a paxel Nigga, Dumpin Zoloft in coffee,
AOTP will exhaust b,
cant keep it gear, cuz I'm blinging with F's,
but I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left.

[Verse 6: Demoz]

Nigga, If I had 24 hours to live,
Fuck 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds,
Vin I'm drivin off a bridge,
Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosine,
gasoline, tank filled to the top,
magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces,
No preachers, strong enough to take me outta my zone,
I broke jesus, choke niggas who squeal,
rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill,
I'm too sick for a pill,
Man these niggas aint real they real fake,
they say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes,
thats when you put em in a trunk with they grill taped,
Whip in reverse and run into a steel gate,
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar,
If I don't kill you later I'ma kill you "Manana",
y'all don't want know problems,
y'all don't want no drama,
Nigga I'ma take a trip with your baby momma, Suicide Driver.

[Verse 7: Celph Titled]

Ya betta cross your T's,
Cuz we'll dot your eyes,
You can say that you specialize but Pharaohs will optimize,
Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there,
The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, (YEAAH)
Call me Paragraphs, (What kind of shit is that?)
I'm jesus in the flesh so this is muthafuckin Christian rap,
Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa,
my reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers,
I made em go easy, I called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB,
Cuz y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's,
Slit throat hope you float with sardines and seaweed,
Cuz this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony,
Listen to the hell we make,
And a year before your kids 10th birthday came,
You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame.

[Verse 8: Vinnie Paz]

Respect a G, my clip clap at you incessantly,
I lay back and drink alcohol excessively,
It ain't a rapper that's alive today the date is testing me,
I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry,
A 40 oz and a dutch master is the recipe,
That's my shit there that'll be the death of me,
Give me a death mask, better yet a effigy,
I understand the math of death and it's complexity,
I understand how you was violently murked,
I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church, ha-ha-ha-ha
But understand and recognize that I'm cursed, With the ability to end your fucking lies with a verse.

Yeah!
Brraat brraaat!!
Paz-man, AOTP, Ill Bill on the beat
Billy Crystal, what up baby? Lakoka!
AOTP, ha ha ha.
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Bloody Tears

(Die Muthafucka, die)
AOTP shit nigga
(die muthafucka....)
(Die Muthafucka, die)

[Verse 1: Planetary]

Top Gun in this rap shit
cop guns to blast shit nigga what's the meaning of that
shit's scheming to blast a smith and westin' was hood
I'm grown, now I gotta start protecting my goods
I gotta start protecting every one of my kids
I gotta start protecting everything I got in the crib (That's my shit)
I gotta have a fresh pair J's for the whizz
if not trees, if not that i ain't handle my bizz
a screwed up way to live
but that's me, follow my lead it is what it is (my niggaz)
i hold steel in the hour of chaos
and hurdle through the base heads
just tryin' to play with the odds
im not the type of nigga to claim god
but dog i heard you spit
dont quit your day job
i've always been the cat to slave hard
hoping that the dealer don't turn over the face card

[Verse 2: Doap Nixon]

Busting claps and cheers, all we want is respect
you fuckers are wild lame, yall aint nothing to sweat, UH
still certified greens and tan trees
still in the hood like damp leaves and banshees
the last time you seen vinnie paz and kenny spaz
we was blazed up in a cab, waving a semi- mag
that was the time i dropped out of college
the god of law thought he would go on his own
instill knowledge, knowledge
kinda rediculous the way i get in this shit
some felt ignorant, but we felt innocent
so for now on i will guard you now strong
Niggas want war i get you murked by a wild ???
The only reason I ain't on and my niggas is on
is cuz I got stuck on the gold pot that i'm sitting on
till I seen there wasn't nothing there
from my eyes to me ears I got stains and bloody tears

[Chorus: Demoz]

AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P
(Die mother fucker, die)
Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, searchin' for your presidents
(Die mother fucker, die)
Make up the break up, I don't wanna wake up, before I got my cake up
(Die mother fucker, die)
AOTP, on top we be he he he he
(Die mother fucker, die)

[Verse 3: Demoz]

The psycho's back strong enough to push the Eifel back
Halloween mask Michael's back
Stay in your lane, you no named niggas get lipo'd up
lose weight when the rifle bust I don't like you fucks
They want my life I want 5 mics Problem is i'm unsigned hype
fuck is the deal, give me life in the booth with no fucking appeal
I bet you my left lung they can't fuck with the skill
I bet you my right hand they gon' die in the trauma
it's the front street terrorist I ride like Osama
there's a thin line between a prick and a fool
but these faggots they keep acting like snitching is cool
these faggots they keep acting like I ain't a beast
till their face is found next to their sons under the beach
food for the crabs mission accomplished nigga take it in blood.

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

I'm Jesus in reverse, the son of satan with a fire arm
water to blood, apocalyptic fire storm
you a sucka rapper, never know what side you on
I shoot my biscuit in the air until the sky is gone
a 16 of mine murder your entire song
9M submachine is long like your entire arm
im a loud mouth fucka not a quiet storm
I don't believe in an afterlife so once you die you gone
never nothin soft, everythin' a violent song
kanye west gay rapper thats when lines are drawn
kwest hit me with a beat like the italian mob
it aint even beef no more, its hillshire farm
i aint gonna leave your family any time to mourn
my clenched fist shows the power that's inside the palm
the same palm that was taking human lives in 'Nam
and I ain't stoppin it till' all these human lives are gone

[Chorus: Demoz]

AOTP, they know we be, O-N T-O-P
(Die mother fucker, die)
Fucking with these gentlemen, we run up in your residence, searchin' for your presidents
(Die mother fucker, die)
Make up the break up, I don't wanna wake up, before I got my cake up
(Die mother fucker, die)
AOTP, on top we be he he he he
(Die mother fucker, die)

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]

Cock sucka (hahaha)
blatt blatt, yeah
big Louis Doggs (yeah)
the genocide general (mother fucker)
don't miss (AOTP)
demoz
planetary
AOTP
quest on the beat
It ain't a game baby
blatt blatt, hahaha
Cock sucka

(Die Muthafucka, die)...
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Black Christmas

[Verse 1-Planetary]

Put me in the booth and I'll brodie your wave files,
You still getting booed at the open mic like 8-mile,
You still actin like spoken word is serious,
I laugh at you fag-niggas with dyed hair and pierced lips,
What kinda nigga from the hood is you?
I could name fifty niggas thats as good as you,
But a nigga like Plan man I'm better than all of em,
I make em quit, how their baby moms' is callin for em,
Askin me where they baby pop at,
That nigga he at the scene in my White Sox hat bitch!
I tell em call you back in a minute,
Cause when he finish he gotta brush my dust so vintage,
I'm in this rap game for the spinach,
My food-for-thought is like servin fresh lettuce to niggas,
I'm the chef and I'm cookin up def jams,
Broad street bully cut the check for ten grand

[Verse 2-Doap Nixon]

I made a promise that I never get high,
I aint scared of death, I'm scared to live wantin to die,
Cause the 120 opened my eyes,
Duck the iron more than me,
The Bible told me what's in disguise,
But, I broke nights like they need to be fixed,
I had a thought pattern process pattern that D and B's rich,
But, the block chirped hid work in the trash-can,
I rip a nigga off and lay low in the Badlands,
Stay bent offa what poppi done sold me,
We all forced to hold heat, smokin the gold tree,
So knowledge knowledge till the 7-15-4,
Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Reef the lost Cauze,
Kamach, My nigga Crypt and Demoz,
Apathy, Celph Titled and King Syze,
We all 'bout to put this game in a frenzy,
And the chain's slight frost like the air in Benzy

[Chorus-Des Devious]

I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin me by,
You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine,
On Black Christmas,
I need a Gun with bullets on Black Christmas,
Black Christmas,
Nigga look at me little B,
My peeps askin me why,
I'm a G this is me, so please wrap me a nine
On black Christmas,
I need a gun with bullets on Black Christmas,
Black Christmas,

[Verse 3-Des Devious]

Yeah, yo it's incredible the most,
How a nigga's flow just come so easy,
Child's play with me home boy, please believe me,
The way I formulate on time with metaphors lines and punch lines,
Some times the shit amaze me,
Fall back with a spliff and admire my shit,
Don't need you, got enough people on my dick,
I speed through, breathe life on a track so slick,
With sick shit, time is money so I must move quick,
Epitome of rap,
Never been clapped never been slapped ,
Just one time, cold winter day in '79
I catch that jock, and I'ma beat him till my arm's numb,
And stomp him like Lars did that drum on one, Mothafucka!

[Verse 4-Demoz]

I once heard the art of war is don't start a war,
So I don't think you wanna ride like a carnivore,
I mean carnivore excuse my French I'm on the floor,
The bruisin wet got me feelin like I took a Hallucinet,
Blue is bent, L-Y who the truest yet,
Blew the inf,
Brain fragments flyin through the fence,
Stupid is as stupid does,
I aint stupid cuz,
I rap like a mothafuckin animal my blueish blood,
Never spills, I wrap my hand around the bluest steel,
Blew is grill like foremen and informers know who I kill,
Ill, now get outta my face,
Sorry officer, Me no hablo Englais,
Let me offer you, food for thought on the plate,
Once you know the block hot you hit the fire escape,
Get in get out,
Hit liars and snakes,
Your birthday only gave you rely on the cake nigga!

[Chorus]


[Verse 5-King Magnetic]

Army of T.P., honor of street thieves,
The harmony of harm done to a beast-Beat,
I execute from hook to hook like a nice jab,
And pain from pushers squeeze like my wife's hand,
Slight tan, my homie Muslim like Fife's man,
Pillar with kush(?) as if it cushions my life span,
My product slip through the right hands like white sand,
Those I kill for can count on my right hand,
Beef handled like blades in knife factories,
Cut coke, cut bum niggas like nutso,
This aint a movie clip, It's a jewelry stick,
Ever see me runnin,
You'll have to be like "Who'd he hit?",
You knew he Vic shit you still trusted him,
Know a lotta robbers from bids, still fuck wit them,
That don't mean they up in my crib,
I'm still hustlin,
Anniversary 9-11 we still sufferin!

[Verse 6-Vinnie Paz]

I'm a muthafuckin monster,
Everything I'm spittin is all real,
Take a good look in my trunk and it's all steel,
Aint nobody in control it's Allah's will,
The other trunk aint filled with diesel,
It's all krill,
Arm leg leg arm head when the gods build,
You the first devil with a plate when the hog's killed,
You the first one to run from the war,
You the first one to run from Vinnie's gun when it draw,
I left your whole team deaf when I spoke,
Then I put your whole entire fuckin set in the yolk,
Yeah, we aint the mothafuckin set to provoke,
Or else the last thing you see the fuckin deck of a boat!
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