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• Artiste: Army of the Pharoahs
• Titre: Burn You Alive
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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 Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com 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