Seven (feat. Planetary, Chief Kamachi, King Syze, Reef the Lost Cauze, Doap Nixon, Demoz, Celph Titled & Vinnie Paz) - Army of the Pharaohs: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Army of the Pharaohs

Seven (feat. Planetary, Chief Kamachi, King Syze, Reef the Lost Cauze, Doap Nixon, Demoz, Celph Titled & Vinnie Paz)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Seven (feat. Planetary, Chief Kamachi, King Syze, Reef the Lost Cauze, Doap Nixon, Demoz, Celph Titled & Vinnie Paz) è stato pubblicato il 2 dicembre 2016 da Babygrande Records, Inc. come parte dell'album Jedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumJedi Mind Tricks Presents the Best of Army of the Pharaohs

Data di uscita2 dicembre 2016

EtichettaBabygrande Records, Inc.

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM92

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Demoz

Performer

Doap Nixon

Performer

Reef the Lost Cauze

Reef the Lost Cauze

Performer

King Syze

Performer

Chief Kamachi

Performer

Planetary

Performer

Army of the Pharaohs

Army of the Pharaohs

Performer

Celph Titled

Performer

Vinnie Paz

Performer

Vincent Luviner

Vincent Luviner

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Celph Titled

Songwriter

Vincent Luviner

Vincent Luviner

Songwriter

Testi

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yo, uh

A lot of rappers try approaching the omen

My poems will punish your people while I'm up at the podium

Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again

I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin

Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'

Eye on the prize I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry

Making a secret society expose their purpose

Making 'em unleash info and explode in my surface

[Verse 2]

I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless

It's show time, there's no time, be ready when the curtain split

I'm hurtin' shit, too powerful for painkillers

On the concrete jungle we walk like trained guerrillas

Untamed, and my **** is Kane

Kool G, Rakim, combined into one frame

We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers

Vinnie Paz, call the goons, now we back with the clappers

[Verse 3]

Yo, remain silent, kill him with what I mentally says

Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian rez

Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk

Welcome, this where the murderers lurk

It's my mind, that 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 of the pope ran

They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam

I'm in Heaven with the angels that 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 fam' is gonna hit these years

Kamachi back on the chapel stairs

Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears

[Verse 4]

You wanna put your money up? Then, motherfucker, then put it

For your family's sanity, man, I wish that you wouldn't

**** got nice flows, just don't know where to put it

And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage

And y'all mixtape **** couldn't see my plateaus

All up in my presence, while y'all actin' bashful

King Size casting an ecliptic rap flow

Y'all little light **** couldn't feed my shadows

From city to city, intersection to section

But 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, is revvin' their gears

[Verse 5]

You now rockin' with the foulest clique in the continent

Total dominance, rise to prominence, in my prime like Optimus

Stand in astonishment

At this conglomerate, an 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 hundreds of ****, dead, left under the river

[Verse 6]

From the days of slaves to hurricanes in Orleans

See my people's graves floatin' amongst the waves

There's hell to pay, but the devil don't take checks

I tried 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 mama got a mortgage

And my little baby sister need books for college

I rob all of y'all

[Verse 7]

Hey, yo, they want the hood in here so they called me first

I give 'em rappers Gatorade 'cause they ball with thirst

Uh, this is more than music but these **** is mad trash

That's why the stores refuse 'em, yo

I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block

I'm seein' cats motorcycling, dawg, I'm doin' the walk

I'm an OG, I call my Italian **** a wop

Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block

[Verse 8]

I love 'em, uh, hand to hand, see your hands ache

I drunk so much syrup, dawg, I stopped eatin' pancakes

Ya **** cool, dawg, mine's absurd hot

Stop frontin' like you's a killer money, your nerves shot

Yo you's a Paxil ****, dumpin' Zoloft in coffee

AOTP what exhaust be

Can't keep it gear 'cause I'm blinging with Fs

But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left

[Verse 9]

****, if I had twenty-four hours to live

Fuck twenty-four hours, gimme twenty-four seconds

Then I'm drivin' off a bridge

Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene

Gasoline tank filled to the top

Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces

No priest is strong enough to take me out of my zone

I broke Jesus, choke **** who squeal

Rob **** who steal, kill **** who kill

I'm too sick for a pill

[Verse 10]

Man, these **** ain't real, they real fake

They say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes

That's when you put 'em in a trunk with their grill taped

Rip in reverse then 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 mañana

You don't want no problems

You don't want no drama

****, I'ma take a trip with your baby mama, suicide driver

[Verse 11]

Ya better cross your T's 'cause we'll dot your eyes

You can say that you specialize but pharaohs will optimize

Backstage will get a bitch back smacked there

The mac glare like dirty south pimp slap clap snares

Yeah, holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?

I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is motherfuckin' Christian rap

Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa

My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers

[Verse 12]

I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB

'Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPGs

Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed

'Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony

Listen to the hell we make

And a year before your kid's tenth birthday came

You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame

[Verse 13]

Respect a G, my clique clap at you incessantly

I lay back and drink alcohol excessively

It ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me

I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry

A forty ounce of Dutch Master is the recipe

That's my shit there, that'll be the death of me

Give me a death mask, better yet an 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

But understand and recognize that I'm cursed

With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse, yeah

Written by: Edward El Littlepage, Jose Vargas, Mario Collazo, Vincent Luviner, William Braunstein

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