[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one time
Ha ha, Pharaoh clique!
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I got no time for extra shit
I'm like a bad film editor with extra clips
You never shit where you eat unless you extra bitch
You never get no relief like I'm next to pitch
I'm on the throne, all alone where the Devil sit
Son of the Wise; la-Hakim, Menelik
Laugh at the unbeliever you malevolent
He only half as nice, sacrifice his sentiment
Praise be to God, he defy logical
Put me at the foul line, take two shots at you
Death life, life death so horrible
Let this muh'fuckin' bulldog bark at you
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Jubala, Jubalo, Jubalum
I'm a giant on this Earth, fee-fi-fo-fum
Cerebellum over-loader make your brainstem numb
Super fans make their bitch wanna swallow my cum
You can't clash with a Pharaoh, there's nowhere to run
As quick as I put the clip in it go in the gun
Everything is slow motion, blood go in your lungs
Ridiculous as Icarus flyin' close to the Sun
I'm a supernova, nobody escapes my gravity
Graffiti on the moon spelling out the name Apathy
Undisputed king of the Milky Way Galaxy
I'd eat your whole squad but I got a wackness allergy
Ty-rannical, over-sized cannibal
I'm the son of Samuel, murder without the manual
The tomb of King Tut, pimp sluts, rip guts
From opponents, while I'm drinkin' their blood from my pimp cup
[Hook]
Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit
You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit
It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!"
A-O-T-P get your wig split!
Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit
You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit
It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!"
AOTP get your wig split!
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Times change, but my mind-frame just loves war (grr)
Ted Danson from Cheers, I'm above Norm (oh!)
I exploit performers that's wack (uh-huh)
Record raps on my phone's voice recorder app (hello?)
Permanent hunchback (back, back, back...) from keepin' my city on my spine
'Cause I've been makin' tracks since A hats and Karl Kani (aw)
Get your bitch far more wet
When I get paid it's a fuckin' party with a giant cardboard check
The Army is a hardcore set
Paper before pussy, these haters is all rookies
I give 'em bowlin' ball noogies
No warnin' shots, mister
I empty ammo crates 'til my palms got blisters
[Verse 4: Esoteric]
Ayo, Pharaoh death blow, the violent tempo
Your soul dead to me like the Pirate's retro
Found on Willie Stargell, I kill these bars well
Lift 'em like a barbell, you sound like Marcel the Shell
When you rhyme, I'm unveiled, designed, my heart sails
De Lima Cartel, is five times bigger
The Czar melts your mind, I spit like a .9
Is that fast? I don't even know, I typically use
A EE-3 Carbine Rifle that Boba Fett shoot
Execute rappers underwater, tie a wire to their wet-suit
Barracudas eat 'em, we don't need 'em
We beat 'em, then we bleed 'em out, trash 'em and delete 'em
[Verse 5: Reef The Lost Cauze]
Taste the beast, I'm a motherfuckin' Minotaur
Catch a hot flash like an old broad with menopause
A-O-T-P clique, those been my dogs
You don't believe in me? You can't believe there is a God
You must be an Atheist
They don't ever try and test me, I must be the craziest
You ain't make a move yet? You must be the laziest
Your team is shook and I bet you the shakiest
I split your head to the white meat
The gun's roar so fuckin' loud, you'd think that it was Bike Week
I'm from Philly, where the cost of life cheap
50 bones get you gone by Ricans down Pike Street
I'm not a blog creation, I'm not a hype beast
I am the embodiment of dope rhymes and a right beat
I am the result of Scarface and Ice-T
Tan trees, white tees, my n***as think just like me
I'm nice G
[Hook]
Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit
You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit
It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!"
A-O-T-P get your wig split!
Pharaoh Clique, we bust your shit
You know it's no holds barred with the bars we spit
It goes: what-what?, It goes: what-what? "Pharaohs!"
AOTP get your wig split!
[Outro: Reef The Lost Cauze]
A-O-T-P, raw rap forever!
