Lyrics Narrow Grave - Army of the Pharaohs
[Vinnie
P]
Yeah
Yeah
Kamachi,
Planetary,
King
Syze
[Chief
Kamachi]
Yo,
they
love
the
way
I
pin
a
champ,
Under
a
tinted
lamp
hear
my
voice
blast
from
a
vintage
amp.
I
kill
the
reciters
of
lies,
Get
burned
by
the
fire
from
the
light
in
my
eyes.
It's
Kamachi,
possessed
by
the
pharaoh
ways,
Underground
like
where
the
dead
bone
marrow
stays.
The
spot
where
you
breath
is
where
the
arrow
lays,
A
sideways
death
for
a
narrow
grave.
My
shit
hit
hard
like
an
Arab
raid.
We
blow
up,
ain't
no
need
for
a
barricade.
They
looking
for
good
luck,
like
a
barrel
of
jade,
They
looking,
so
stuffed
when
the
barrel
is
sprayed.
Since
the
five
perfect
exertions,
they
waited
afraid.
The
devil
caught
from
the
tower
on
the
table
is
slayed,
pussy.
[Chorus
x2]
Fall
back,
fold
up,
rappers
is
so
tough,
Until
the
army
roll
up
banging
that
cold
crush.
We
send
shots
through
ya
vest
and
leave
your
soul
touched,
Lock
and
load
up,
post
up,
toast
up.
[King
Syze]
Aiyo,
my
vocal
duel,
payments
hiatus
save
the
local
crews.
Only
the
chosen
few
can
ride
with
the
most
explosive
crew.
But
not
you,
jealous
ones
they
envy
us,
Cause
we
spit
venomous,
until
books
remember
us.
Hell
fire
embedded
in
us,
plus
sins
condemning
us,
It's
just
what
I
write,
ignite
cop
killers
and
predators.
I
be
like
this,
best
believe
I
cant
be
ignored,
Spitting
metaphoric,
until
the
chosen
child
is
aborted.
When
my
mind's
in
orbit,
forces
knock
you
out
your
high
horses.
Deal
with
high
sources,
until
the
meal
is
five
courses.
The
flames
is
high,
when
my
brain
and
the
train
collide.
Under
much
needed
change
in
time,
the
game
is
mine.
Build
strength
through
the
niggas
that
be
hating
me
peers,
But
it's
the
army,
part
of
me
ya'll
been
waiting
for
years.
From
a
small
block,
hip
hop,
busting
my
tool.
King
Syze,
dope
shit,
what
can
I
say
man?
It's
nothing
new.
[Chorus
x2]
Fall
back,
fold
up,
rappers
are
so
tough,
Until
the
army
roll
up
banging
that
cold
crush.
We
send
shots
through
ya
vest
and
leave
your
soul
touched,
Lock
and
load
up,
post
up,
toast
up.
[Planetary]
I'm
a
scientist
in
the
lab,
with
a
violent
twist
and
a
gift
of
gab,
Pharaoh
tongue
that
can
lash
through
your
clique
and
stab.
From
the
days
where
you
carried
screw
drivers,
In
back
pockets
in
case
you
had
to
prove
that
your
crew
lava.
We
was
painting
on
your
property,
And
until
this
day
I
still
got
rookie
niggas
out
trying
to
copy
me.
Planetary
nigga,
Q-D
original,
Smooth
criminal,
bash
your
mental,
bruise
your
physical.
There's
something
about
the
evilness
of
this
track,
It
makes
the
heaven's
gates
close,
and
the
tabernacles
crack.
In
fact,
it
separates
all
the
lies
and
the
facts,
It
makes
you
see
the
light
right
before
the
sky
turns
black.
It
turns
boys
to
men,
it
turns
toy
soldiers
to
generals,
Innocent
mother
fuckers
graduate
to
criminals.
It
makes
you
think
twice
about
who
you
are,
It
makes
you
feel
like
death's
coming
every
16
bars.
[Chorus
x2]
Fall
back,
fold
up,
rappers
is
so
tough,
Until
the
army
roll
up
banging
that
cold
crush.
We
send
shots
through
ya
vest
and
leave
your
soul
touched,
Lock
and
load
up,
post
up,
toast
up.
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