army英文歌词

Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] Y'all get too close, I'ma squeeze the life out of you You speak too loosely with your words, I'ma silence you You ain't a leader, dog, nobody'd die for you You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'ma stab your team up Tryin' to get dough by me, I'ma snatch your cream up 'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look in my gun I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool [Verse 2: Esoteric] You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin' Actin' like the smokin' cats, their backs will get broken And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly Now you can find us, lined up with OS and QD We flow fresh, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand [Verse 3: Apathy] We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Superho Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy I charge junior high kids for a contact high And I could always tell y'all was on some faggot shit Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got, heat cocked The A-dot, o-dot, t-dot, P-dot [Verse 4: Planetary] Check, yo Ever since Blood and Ashes life's slowly been changin' Catch me sweatin' every night, with my rosary, prayin' Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun" Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though, they feel the evil inside me Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me I'm stressed, blessed with a gift, I'm still tryin' to make it Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples, what!

Army Of The Pharaohs - Tear It Down ? [Reef The Lost Cause] Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly When I was a buck, they had me locked up down in Buck's County But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's whack I can't eat like that Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desert hit you When you thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell You ain't ready, is you? I invest in every pistol Aim on point like a steady missile Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs Where the weed at? I need that drug, cause I'm addicted to it Rhyme-boxes start spittin' fluid When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it Love from Philly all the way to kids in Munich Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver [Chorus: repeat 2X] So listen up They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement You know we in the place with the guns in our waist Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges [Planetary] This is the start of you dyin', Plan' spit with the heart of a lion The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron Pointed at your fuckin' chest, bitch niggaz is cryin' I'ma reef the lost cause and we causin' the violence We causin' the murder that causin' niggaz carryin' burners We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us You don't understand, we got the upper-hand spittin' First you need to over-stand, you soft like under-hand pitchin' You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spittin' Rapper like me are hard to come by like coppin' Summer Jam tickets You need to focus before you think or approach us You scream "player" dog, we the coaches Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious You niggaz is co-starrin', we the stars of this epic Unveilin' the secret is more than fairy tales when we preachin' This that '94 Boom Bap shit that we teachin' [Chorus] [Vinnie Paz] Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry VIII style Y'all remindin' me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile I wanna see everybody in the place wild Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!" I stay bent daddy night and day Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay It ain't nice, but it's right to say It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless My team is on the same shit like collaborative efforts We grab at your necklace, there's no other way We bring it back to the East like we brother Jay Any fuckin' day, you could come see us North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos Fuck it! Let they brains blow [Chorus] [Outro] They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement

Gorillas -Army of the Pharaoh[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] Y'all get too close, I'ma squeeze the life out of you You speak too loosely with your words, I'ma silence you You ain't a leader, dog, nobody'd die for you You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'ma stab your team up Tryin' to get dough by me, I'ma snatch your cream up 'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look in my gun I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool [Verse 2: Esoteric] You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the passion devotion The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and rappers are chokin' Actin' like the smokin' cats, their backs will get broken And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and Philly Now you can find us, lined up with OS and QD We flow fresh, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin' block into sand [Verse 3: Apathy] We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Superho Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy I charge junior high kids for a contact high And I could always tell y'all was on some faggot shit Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got, heat cocked The A-dot, o-dot, t-dot, P-dot [Verse 4: Planetary] Check, yo Ever since Blood and Ashes life's slowly been changin' Catch me sweatin' every night, with my rosary, prayin' Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun" Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though, they feel the evil inside me Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me I'm stressed, blessed with a gift, I'm still tryin' to make it Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples, what! [Chorus - 2X]