battle hymn

I travel underground, like the Goonies, with a bag full of uzis
Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies
My bangers on the waist, I never wave it around
But I always chamber a round when theres strangers around
Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max
Never relax, study the facts, and stockpile gats
Cause the skys about to bleed blood out from the clouds
This gas masks in my backpack when walking through crowds
The post-apocalyptic, optic fitted, with bionic circuitry
Surgically planted perfectly, no way to word it verbally
But extrasensory perception got me detecting
Any cop or detective, intercept them, and stop them with weapons
King syze bring it past, we like animal hawk
The medical master of art, Heavy metal we smashin your thoughts
We upper lower, you rappers are technicians
Undergraduates, I gotta dock you when it comes to rippin
Scientific, I was born from a different species
In a fight you beat me, You gon fight me every time you see me
Its never over , Fuck syze its King Kobra
Im brushing off my shoulders, spittin ether plus we takin over
Im gettin older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit, the barrel smoke will leave your head open
Its open season on any rapper that wanna beef with
The Army of the Pharaohs, Yeah man well bring disease in.
Dont hit me with the drama, dont approach me bout no B.I
Cause Im a Pharaoh king, and yall ain't worthy of a reply
Bodies Ive caught decomposing on the seaside
Catch me river dancing through the bloody waters, knee-high
Mind state is cut throat, cant walk around deprived
My team shut it down, and they access will be denied
Crown royal status Puerto-Ricans, thats how we ride
Nocturnal foes mesmerized by the streetlights
One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries
For the haters Ive murked, they would love to see me die
Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy
Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by
I got a lot of hate , I got to learn to love, stop the date
But some days I would rather murder the populate
Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates
Who knows what the future holds, gotta watch and wait
I cant function clear, keep a ton of guns and beer
I never sweat it, I get arrested like once a year
My gun big as two guns, you should cover your ears
Believe half of what you see and nothing you hear
Nobody listens, I got a lot of ground to cover
Bullets go in one ear and out the other
Tucked the weapon in, kicked his face
In the blood pool like give him a taste of his own medicine
Impeach the president, Im pulling out my ray-gun
Chuck Ds greatest line and yall aint even thank him
Yall aint on my radar, horrible like Hagar
Mos Eisleys flow, beats banging on the space bar
Haters get mad, start banging on the spacebar
Flip over the desk, ought to take it up with HR
Your bitch give Bad Brains, like she work for H.R
I be where the rays are, you wonder where the weights are
Im a cannibal, you cats wonder where the plates are
I know that Im immortal why you wonder where the gates are
I Cold Crush your Brother like Grandmaster Caz
Paz work with the.45 like Lakim Shabazz
Im from the east coast nigga but Im still loked out
I grew up inside the crack house, my mom just smoked out
You know the kid with the bummy kicks
Holes in his jeans same shirt chillin on some bummy shit
Yeah that was me though attracted to the metal like magneto
Sneakers started talking like ay bandito
Got my own never borrowed or begged for shit
Now its on cause Im rolling with the Pharaohs legit
Tired of rappers always rhyming that bullshit
Catch at you at your CD signing, with a full clip
Now, how you feel about the Pharaohs and the Demigodz?
Thats what I thought nigga, because we large and in charge
Keep shooters on stash, move and they blast
Refugees that came on an intertube with a gat
Rubix Cuban [?], but you will respect the handle
Spin checks on Windex so I shine the chrome enamel
I throw hands with the devil so aint much to fear after
Bitches cry over me, Im a top tier rapper
American Idol with a wet wipe for you desperate housewives
Firecracker go off from my brick, the whole house white
And I will outright say that you sorrow
I write your favorite writer that you base your style off of
Ill let the Tec blast in ya, if the check cash finish
Shells give you a turtle-face, make ya back splinter
With the semi-automatic, sipping henny in the attic
Spitting heavy with the God of the Serengeti blasted
Fasted, till I downloaded the attachment
The hunger came back, now Im eating like a savage
Walking through the labyrinth, imagining its Nazareth
Throwing more stones at the throne, lone catalyst
Puff puff pass it, that aint ever been me
Only had the urge to annihilate the emcee
Used to ride the ten-speed, and copped the top ten sneaks
Never thought Id be in Budapest counting ten Gs
But it all makes sense to me
Pharaoh clique sick man we thick more than ten feet
If I aint heard of yall rappers then you gotta be soft
Thats the reason why I talk about the bodies I caught
Bodies in north, New Haven down to New York
If its a fight they put in front of me, its gotta be fought
They got me in court for carrying the burner on the waist
My lawyer is an animal, he murdering the case
Boombox hardbody murdering the tape
Ill take your fucking heart like a burglar on a date
Im magic with the four-fifth, perfect with the eight
I lavish with the lyricals, superlatives is great
Mash a motherfucker out, tourniquet his face
Jheri-head rappers aint assertive as the great, yeah!