"Battle Scars (Pharaoh Overlords)" lyrics
(feat. Apathy, Celph Titled, Esoteric, Crypt The Warchild, Reef The Lost Cauze & Planetary)
[Apathy:]
Hey yo, my body bionic, biceps can bench press a Soviet rocket
They talkin' but nobody want it
Leave your whole city haunted like aftermath of atomic
Nuclear winter just started, my raps are fuckin' retarded
Bars deeper than the barnacles on shipwrecks
I scribble text, script text, flex the index
Than send a barrage of lead that'll lodge in your head
And all of your live shows will have them mirages instead
Holographic like the Antichrist will return
That's why they cycling slurs so the righteous will burn
I got the rifles and learned how to reload
How to block off the road and let the Molotovs explode
[Vinnie Paz:]
It's Louis V upholstery, I'm bad news, Engelberg and Ogilvie
The Bakkah rakah diplomacy
I keep it close to me, it's supposed to be
The Dominicano that knows Harlem
A motherfucker want to get a shankin'? It's no problem (It's no problem)
Minarets and a gold column (Alhamdulillah)
Kingship, brandish the sceptre like old Sodom (Bah)
The Glock 30 on 'em, evil eye, it curses on 'em
Sorcery and serpents on 'em, may Allah bestow his mercy on 'em
[Crypt The Warchild:]
The back of the blick, got a fuckin' turkey on 'em
Plot to set the GPS to alert me on it
When I find 'em, I'mma line 'em like the opps be doin'
Got me zoomin' in a Tessie with the akhis shootin'
From the place where them real life zombies be movin'
Philly goofy, shit a movie, we survivin' through it
They say back the blue, that's not what I be doin' (No!)
'Cause when I see 'em, they doin' the shit that I be doin'
It's The Season of The Pharaohs and I'm locked into it
Raw bars from the soul, plain imposter nuisance
It's a domino effect, so we copy goon
Walls come tumblin' down, we turn your spot to ruins
[Esoteric:]
Painkillers, y'all funny style, Shane Gillis
Sea' kill this track, bring the thunder like Jay Williams
Now he's in a craze, feel the style in hands so legendary
Bring the pad with me, I'm a rap necromancer
Black Panther, push an elk antler through your chest
This ain't what your family meant when they said to do your best, a brutal death
That's a rush, I'm like a twenty-man tag team
Last scene, mountin' heads on walls like a flat screen
Blaspheme, that's what you do when the money's due
Lyin' ass rapper, motherfuck you too
I brought the Gory Oratory, now your squad fatal
You lack the skill and we have the bills like Jerod Mayo
[Planetary:]
Y'all copied our style, we let y'all live
Now we gotta clean up the fuckin' mess y'all did
We had to step in, y'all kept fuckin' the money up
Had to trim the fat, gave that bitch a tummy tuck
Rell them loose lips to button up 'cause we ain't such and such
I don't settle scores, I drop game and run it up
Society is filled with bunch of lames and sucker ducks
Can't tell the difference between a thon and thun thun thun
Yoke The Joker, guard your grill and knuckle up
Y'all can't leave a legacy 'cause y'all ain't done enough
Drink Hennessy from sundown till sun is up
Dump the product, cut it up, all y'all luck is up
[Reef The Lost Cauze:]
Uhh! The mainstay, scientists study my brainwaves
There's more choppers 'round me than an Atlanta Braves game (Believe it)
I never change, I don't even like to change planes
Direct flight, then hop into a car where your dame wait (What up?)
Bang bang, had that bird hollering gang gang
When it comes to her, we are all in the same gang
Like MC Hammer said, they threw me into a pool of sharks
Not realizing I was the hammerhead
Legendary like the Grandmammy banana bread
I put a red dot on your nose like you were leading Santa's sled
These rappers' lives different when their cameras dead
Y'all starvin', worried about how another man gets fed
[Celph Titled:]
Fuck up your home loan with Rocket Mortgage
When these rocket coordinates hit your front door, it get morbid
Swell your dome tryin' to disguise the attack
Can't hide but you gon' look like Erykah Badu in one of them stupid-ass hats
In fact, them pros get roasted, the flows I write acidic
And you snakes know the ropes, the cobra die when I bit it
So factor this in, you an actor with a pen
Your raps are the equivalent of I'm asking for a friend
Bitch, I've got a special brew made at Camp Lejeune
In the '80s from a green lagoon bottled by Marine platoons
Blurt out obscenities like I've got Tourette disorder (Fuck)
I plan to blow off your beak and that's my pecking order
Hey yo, my body bionic, biceps can bench press a Soviet rocket
They talkin' but nobody want it
Leave your whole city haunted like aftermath of atomic
Nuclear winter just started, my raps are fuckin' retarded
Bars deeper than the barnacles on shipwrecks
I scribble text, script text, flex the index
Than send a barrage of lead that'll lodge in your head
And all of your live shows will have them mirages instead
Holographic like the Antichrist will return
That's why they cycling slurs so the righteous will burn
I got the rifles and learned how to reload
How to block off the road and let the Molotovs explode
[Vinnie Paz:]
It's Louis V upholstery, I'm bad news, Engelberg and Ogilvie
The Bakkah rakah diplomacy
I keep it close to me, it's supposed to be
The Dominicano that knows Harlem
A motherfucker want to get a shankin'? It's no problem (It's no problem)
Minarets and a gold column (Alhamdulillah)
Kingship, brandish the sceptre like old Sodom (Bah)
The Glock 30 on 'em, evil eye, it curses on 'em
Sorcery and serpents on 'em, may Allah bestow his mercy on 'em
[Crypt The Warchild:]
The back of the blick, got a fuckin' turkey on 'em
Plot to set the GPS to alert me on it
When I find 'em, I'mma line 'em like the opps be doin'
Got me zoomin' in a Tessie with the akhis shootin'
From the place where them real life zombies be movin'
Philly goofy, shit a movie, we survivin' through it
They say back the blue, that's not what I be doin' (No!)
'Cause when I see 'em, they doin' the shit that I be doin'
It's The Season of The Pharaohs and I'm locked into it
Raw bars from the soul, plain imposter nuisance
It's a domino effect, so we copy goon
Walls come tumblin' down, we turn your spot to ruins
[Esoteric:]
Painkillers, y'all funny style, Shane Gillis
Sea' kill this track, bring the thunder like Jay Williams
Now he's in a craze, feel the style in hands so legendary
Bring the pad with me, I'm a rap necromancer
Black Panther, push an elk antler through your chest
This ain't what your family meant when they said to do your best, a brutal death
That's a rush, I'm like a twenty-man tag team
Last scene, mountin' heads on walls like a flat screen
Blaspheme, that's what you do when the money's due
Lyin' ass rapper, motherfuck you too
I brought the Gory Oratory, now your squad fatal
You lack the skill and we have the bills like Jerod Mayo
[Planetary:]
Y'all copied our style, we let y'all live
Now we gotta clean up the fuckin' mess y'all did
We had to step in, y'all kept fuckin' the money up
Had to trim the fat, gave that bitch a tummy tuck
Rell them loose lips to button up 'cause we ain't such and such
I don't settle scores, I drop game and run it up
Society is filled with bunch of lames and sucker ducks
Can't tell the difference between a thon and thun thun thun
Yoke The Joker, guard your grill and knuckle up
Y'all can't leave a legacy 'cause y'all ain't done enough
Drink Hennessy from sundown till sun is up
Dump the product, cut it up, all y'all luck is up
[Reef The Lost Cauze:]
Uhh! The mainstay, scientists study my brainwaves
There's more choppers 'round me than an Atlanta Braves game (Believe it)
I never change, I don't even like to change planes
Direct flight, then hop into a car where your dame wait (What up?)
Bang bang, had that bird hollering gang gang
When it comes to her, we are all in the same gang
Like MC Hammer said, they threw me into a pool of sharks
Not realizing I was the hammerhead
Legendary like the Grandmammy banana bread
I put a red dot on your nose like you were leading Santa's sled
These rappers' lives different when their cameras dead
Y'all starvin', worried about how another man gets fed
[Celph Titled:]
Fuck up your home loan with Rocket Mortgage
When these rocket coordinates hit your front door, it get morbid
Swell your dome tryin' to disguise the attack
Can't hide but you gon' look like Erykah Badu in one of them stupid-ass hats
In fact, them pros get roasted, the flows I write acidic
And you snakes know the ropes, the cobra die when I bit it
So factor this in, you an actor with a pen
Your raps are the equivalent of I'm asking for a friend
Bitch, I've got a special brew made at Camp Lejeune
In the '80s from a green lagoon bottled by Marine platoons
Blurt out obscenities like I've got Tourette disorder (Fuck)
I plan to blow off your beak and that's my pecking order
