Paroles Burn You Alive de Army of the Pharoahs

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This is the night we burning you alive
Right here and no one 'll hear, your crys of fear
This is the night where ensuring your demise in my head
And I will be here to watch you die in fear


And I don't care


You either a mark or a killer, me I'm as sharp as a splinter
As cold and harsh as the winters in the heart of December
My lyrics ain't hard to remember but harder to figure
I leave your carcass disfigured, dismembered then carve out your liver
And vital organs, rigor mortis, your corpse is
Niggas hard to record this
I'm thought-provoking with the logic of Vulcans
I'm not into sulking but soaking the bitch
MC with the sharks in the moat
And see if his princess carcass can float
Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts
The same old G in this game homie
Still bringing the pain like Sugar Shane Mosley
And you will light a candle an say a prayer
And cry in fear but you still die and I won't care


Ain't nobody dope as me
Unless you find him in the I'll AOTP
So let the

Shake makes a lot so he's letting his beard grow
His father gave his lessons over eighty-four years old
You can't out-slick a fox with his own tricks
The barrel got spit same time that the chrome kicks
Your block's hurting, niggas hoping to score soon
Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom
Can't provide a dozen so we gonna need more room
Faggots still bugging so they wanna need more tombs
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The more you sweat in peace time the less you bleed in war
I'm strapped with the four-pound cocked at the demon's door
I ain't trying to talk it out, it ain't peace at all
I just pull them four-fours out when the Reaper call
Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong
I'm hitting harder and smarter than a Sri Lankan bomb
I'm still using the weaponry that I copped at Nam
I'm still using telepathy from the father's palm
It's wild hard to explain what I do to rats
The hollow tips will have y'all dancing like Scoob and Scrap
Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap
Now you rock an eyepatch like Ricky the Ruler's back


It's hot in the winter, cold in the summer, nigga the slumber
Overpower the thunder clap, y'all niggas going under
I cover the fort, hold down the team for sport
We need dope so Nixon get the fuck out of court
Yo block, we need the block sewed up and locked
Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot
Paz got the Glock, Planetary don't stop
And it's nothin', a malfunction, in a dungeon you'll rot
I'm something to watch, sort of like American Idol
I'm sheisty, that's why I never swear on the Bible
I came to heal the sick and raise the dead
Cast out all the demons and introduced the plague

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