paroles de chanson Gorillas - Army of the Pharaohs
[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
best,
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
Cowher
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
x2)
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