Battle Cry - Army of the Pharaohs, Apathy, Celph Titled, Chief Kamachi, Crypt the Warchild, Des Devious, Esoteric, King Syze, Planetary & Vinnie Paz: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Army of the Pharaohs, Apathy, Celph Titled, Chief Kamachi, Crypt the Warchild, Des Devious, Esoteric, King Syze, Planetary & Vinnie Paz

Battle Cry

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Battle Cry was released on December 21, 2010 by Babygrande Records as a part of the album Tear It Down (feat. Vinnie Paz, Reef the Lost Cauze & Planetary) (12") - EP

Song Details

AlbumTear It Down (feat. Vinnie Paz, Reef the Lost Cauze & Planetary) (12") - EP

Release DateDecember 21, 2010

LabelBabygrande Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Army of the Pharaohs

Army of the Pharaohs

Performer

Apathy

Performer

Chief Kamachi

Performer

Crypt the Warchild

Crypt the Warchild

Performer

Des Devious

Performer

Esoteric

Performer

Jedi Mind Tricks

Jedi Mind Tricks

Performer

King Syze

Performer

Planetary

Performer

Celph Titled

Performer

Vinnie Paz

Performer

V. LUVINER

Rap

Sharif Lacey

Rap

Mario Callazo

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Celph Titled

Songwriter

C. Bauss

Songwriter

D. Albaladejo

Songwriter

E. Littlepage

Songwriter

C. BROMLEY

Songwriter

S. Ryan

Songwriter

M. Albaladejo

Songwriter

V. LUVINER

Songwriter

D. Edens

Songwriter

M. Collazo

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Army of the Pharaohs

Army of the Pharaohs

Producer

Apathy

Producer

Chief Kamachi

Producer

Crypt the Warchild

Crypt the Warchild

Producer

Des Devious

Producer

Esoteric

Producer

Jedi Mind Tricks

Jedi Mind Tricks

Producer

King Syze

Producer

Planetary

Producer

Celph Titled

Producer

Vinnie Paz

Producer

Lyrics

Hahaha, yeah motherfuckers

We're back

Pharaoh clique motherfucker

Yeah, Def Devious, King Syze, Apathy, Celph

Titled, Kamachi, Vinnie P, Outerspace, 7L, ES

I put you up on the I.V., not the Roman numeral four

But the I.V. that leads to the funeral floor

Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvis

Speeds through space and cracks glass astronaut helmets

Face it motherfucker, I could pay to get rid of you

I got more ends in the hood than Pagan rituals

A new tyrannical force for you to fear

Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs

A shape-shifter, face-slitter, paper getter, taker sister

Raping sister, making sister take it in the face and if

You're facing us, block off a thirty block radius

I throw more blows than boxing doctor Octavius

Ever since we made some noise, I learned people love a winner

We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners

Thug sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner

Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister

**** know better, no one's letter is better than mine

Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high

Plus I testify, it's best you die

Than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies

Down to size, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt

Clocking in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work

When I'm breathing, yo, it's treason what the semen is worth

Non-believing make me steam and make you meetin' the earth

Aye yo, it's my world, and I won't stop

And if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped

In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots

I demand that you pay and stray from strange blocks

I'm the man that you pray, don't spray, the flame's hot

I contain and then blaze for days and stain cops

I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same God

I'mma pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard

Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts?

I'mma box up your frame and play the same card

And now I'm out for fame, space bars and quasars

Pharaohs lock the game, no shame, we hate y'all

Yeah, raw motherfucking rap

Hardcore shit, '94 shit

Shoot the fucking place up, yeah

AOTP blast through your army fatigues

Damage your team, the competition done it with ease

Gun in my sleeve cause nowadays homicide is my steez

Collecting my cream, I'm living your dream and peeping your scheme

Put you on lean from right hooks paws on your jux

Fake crooks need to hit them books, learn the rules of the game

Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain

You getting drenched in that November rain

We the opposite of that wack shit

Trashman to clap rapid, you die tragic

Five, six professional assassins

Rocking these mics and repping my fam with passion

Remember it's Q the man, you bastard

Tell your man and your parents

We be demanding ten grand an appearance

At the minimum, our venom damage your larynx

We be like Manny Ramirez, compatible with the radical

Magical and emphatical, I'mma battle 'til I shatter your clavicle

Call me admiral, raising the temp of the room

I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender

I dismember platoons, you petty men are buffoons

We send them to the dune and stagger, my venom enters their wounds

I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics

2Pac's alive and well, Big L, the devil's son

Rise and melt with dope lyrics, live and regret

AOTP, these shook rappers hit the deck

Courtesy of the streets make it a microphone Middle East

My specialty on a bomber envelope and my lyric sheets

Knock turbans off the sheiks, used to

Pipe bomb downtown Israeli boutiques

Full of dead tourists with their dreams no longer

In arm's reach, that's what I call dealing with calm speech

When I alarm your peeps

Inscribed in a peasant's palm is a blessed psalm

If you draw and your weapon's drawn, there ain't no stepping on

My 45 is my weapon, my culture's the holster

Where seven-inch slugs is kept in, squarely I step in

Dirt in my creps and blue Stetson, God is my essence

So you can check these rhymes for reference

And death to any preference, pussy

Yeah baby, kings of the motherfucking underground

Y'all motherfuckers don't want it with us

This that raw shit, throwback shit

I make Evel Knievel music, I come through stunting

Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something-something

Maybe I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant

Born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship

Shoot at your Chicago fitted and knock your Sox off

Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off

I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record

Cause you was afraid I'd put your motherfucking frame on a stretcher

I can't change laws son, that's a government issue

But I'll break laws with a gun that's a government issue

It's the Army, we got power in numbers

And that's nines, 45s, 357s and M500s

Some people say I'm superior when I shitted

Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous

I am a tyrant, I'm violent by design

I silence the scientific with every line in a rhyme

Mozart of street rap, breaking the barriers

Space harrier, filled with 40s and pit terriers

Ready to mangle, anybody cross the line

I saw the sign and ran with the Army, lost in time

Ready for war, but won't rock no dick trees

I rock mics, you think it's a hundred and sixty degrees

We stomp crews, batter and bruise cliques

Kill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips

I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words

That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird

I don't care if you dead, let God have ya

Cause I'mma stay rugged and raw like Marv Hagler

That's something you don't know about, you small rapper

Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw-tapper

A law-backer, murder every track that I'm on

You just spit a fucking verse wack, then you gone

Fuck fame, I studied the fame closely

They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley

It's pain, homie, and your blood in my pen

It's the Army of the Pharaohs and we flooded with gems

Yeah, the Torture motherfucking Papers

Dead Sea Scrolls out here

Y'all don't want it

It's fucking raw rap

AOTP

Written by: C. BROMLEY, C. Bauss, Celph Titled, D. Albaladejo, D. Edens, E. Littlepage, M. Albaladejo, M. Collazo, S. Ryan, V. LUVINER

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