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Pharoah
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pharoah was released on March 8, 2022 by Formalities as a part of the album Pharoah - Single
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Release DateMarch 8, 2022
LabelFormalities
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Formalities
Formalities
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Formalities
Formalities
Songwriter
Jackson Aye
Jackson Aye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ONE
ONE
Producer

Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like im a pharaoh
Instill fear in Aladdin, cooking up bone marrow
Pulling back the arrow, fucking silent
He shut the fuck up cause he knows that I'm violent
I'm ripping on your fucking stitches, snitches getting bitches
Acting like he's cool with all his fucking
riches
Grab his britches, and hang em up
Like a Brit, dunk the tea into my cup
Never tasting it enough
It's the
Body breaker
Fools gold, game faker
These motherfuckers look like women with they fucking makeup
They shake up, when pulled up on, with some choppers n shit
They try to run, but we just laugh and get to poppin n shit
Cause I don't understand what's going through them mentally
Thinking like they are crazy, it's ruined there whole integrity
Enemy, you making of me, then I'm breaking your knees
Cause I don't need you to see the king in me, it's only make believe
I could complete anything
And still have people telling me
That I need to listen to what they say
Get an education
Bitch, I could teach you some chemical makeup
What does lead have to do with brain matter huh?
Sometimes I feel like im a pharaoh
Instill fear in Aladdin, cooking up bone marrow
Pulling back the arrow, fucking silent
He shut the fuck up cause he knows that I'm violent
I'm ripping on your fucking stitches, snitches getting bitches
Acting like he's cool with all his fucking
riches
Grab his britches, and hang em up
Like a Brit, dunk the tea into my cup
Never tasting it enough
Lead me to the cellar
I feel like I'm a storyteller
And I'll tell ya, what ima do with this fucking propeller
Grab and umbrella, the fucking rain is acid falling
I can hear em calling, mama is appalled with my way of life
Chopping and chopping I feel like a chef
I had started with food but I'll hit bodies next
Body bag in the back of the trunk of the bed
And if I forget to dump, I will end up dead
I don't give a shit about em next!
Plug my nose from the rotting flesh
It's not a test if I body the rest
If feel like I am josh, I'm blessed
Kill me, i flow, blood go, sicko, oh no
If you, wanna, see me, hit the, go pro
Record, I'm bored, I hoard, trap beat, all day
Rapping, until, I feel, tired, always
Sometimes I feel like im a pharaoh
Instill fear in Aladdin, cooking up bone marrow
Pulling back the arrow, fucking silent
He shut the fuck up cause he knows that I'm violent
I'm ripping on your fucking stitches, snitches getting bitches
Acting like he's cool with all his fucking
riches
Grab his britches, and hang em up
Like a Brit, dunk the tea into my cup
Never tasting it enough
Not enough
Written by: Formalities, Jackson Aye
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