Dead Shall Rise Lyrics

We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again. But we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it. [Chorus] [x2] A.O.T.P., we above the law See the cops start running nigga call the dogs They can't see me, I throw that Molotov And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods [Verse One] [Demoz] I don't give a fuck about you I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you Chase the driver that's trying to save you And lace 'em with the scalpel Break your Adam's, Apple and clap you and leave you mangled I'm not the asshole claiming Philly, I'm blowing up the fucking castle Fuck pity and mercy I'm thirsty for the title Kill your vitals with verses, curses And hearses move 'em like Vinny Idol Take Vinny and Planet, mold 'em inside a bowling ball Launch em against the way you claim you carry Break your shoulders off Just for showing off you're stupid I don't threaten niggas, I really do this Squeeze the juice out of you like embalming fluid Burn his lid, barbecue 'em and fuckin' burn his ribs Throw the dress away with the evidence Burn a fucking wig [Celph Titled] I got plans for your murder and I'm ready to discuss em You're ready to die? Tell God I said, "Fuck him." Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard Bullets are free throw, silencer is the proof guard Said you was a crook but you ain't busting no lead homes Only jack you pulling is connected to some headphones The sound of the clap louder than several operas My sitcom screaming "I'm gonna kill you" across the teleprompter Yes I'm sick fuck the Zicam and Zyrtec How you gonna fight man when y'all resemble Smurfette? Stretch your neck till your head meets your ass I'll beat your dad dead now he's a deadbeat dad [Planetary] Nothing is ever promised, especially your life I demolish Too many niggas claim street but wouldn't last in the projects Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money Black why you gotta act? I be screaming where the money at? I never understood your hood mentality Man you still selling weed on the block dog, that's blasphemy That's embarrassing, you nickel and dimin' A small cut off a bundle and you thinking you shinin' I could rumble in the jungle and tussle with all the lions My hustle could turn to rustle but for now I'm survivin' Living My kids are chillin' and I'm whippin' the new boy It ain't a Maybach but it's better than your toy [Chorus] [x2] A.O.T.P., we above the law See the cops start running nigga call the dogs They can't see me, I throw that Molotov And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods [Verse Two] [Reef The Lost Cauze] I'm a motherfucking warlock, get your jaw popped by the raw rock Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop Get your pores popped Like a dermatologist, I'm wildin' with Thugs who go in your mouth like Polident I body shit, I ruin you homes Turn your studio session into a funeral home Two in your dome Got young bucks who buck for us Homie follow the laws of God And Chuck Norris A.O.T.P. We in good company Screamin', "We the fuckin' world champs" like we Chase Utley My whole fam-o, tuck in the gauge, bustin' them K's Have your block sounding like the Mummers Parade [Vinnie Paz] I've been catching fucking bodies for twenty years From eating motherfuckers on the street up to bloody tears Camouflage backpacks, Tims and some money wares Now these rap faggots fucking sweeter than Gummy Bears This isn't simple arithmetic, this is ancient math Make you lose your face in Jehovah/Jay Hova like you was Damon Dash I take a fucking machete and cut your brain in half You're fucking with something deadly and Vinnie Satan laughs I'm the greatest rapper alive The Vin bias Cause I ain't get my chance to shine, call me Len Bias I'll be patiently waiting for you if men try us I don't call it writing no more I call it a pen virus [Apathy] Mixtape rappers I should snap your throat Bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and coke (Release the Krakken) Ap is the crackers last hope Honkey Kong fuckin' bitches leaving mattresses broke If the condom break I'ma tell the bitch to abort I'm like the sniper on the roof looking out for the stork Little dogs getting shanked for a box of Newports There ain't a jail that could hold me cause Ap teleports Skipping court on the porch with the criminal sorts You was usin' couch cushions buildin' living room forts Your moms pouring yayo on my dick to snort I only rock a halo to hide horns and pitchforks [Chorus] [x2] A.O.T.P., we above the law See the cops start running nigga call the dogs They can't see me, I throw that Molotov And clear the whole field out, nigga call the godsArmy Of The Pharaohs - Dead Shall Rise - http://motolyrics.com/army-of-the-pharaohs/dead-shall-rise-lyrics.html