Frontline (Explicit) - Army of The Pharaohs/Doap Nixon/Vinnie Paz/Planetary/King Syze/Demoz
Uh AOTP in this ni**a We don't rumble no more
I will take it back and disrespect a ni**a sly to you - before I pull that ratchet out
I'm going in Uh
Why you running with those lames that's tapped out
AOTP is frontline with they macs out
And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war
I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw and uh
Your eyes can't hit what they can't see
The M1 will melt a ni**a wig like gangrene
And my trees is laced bucket is half licked
My whole team got laced half of them rich
The other half originate from the best part
My right hook will leave your face covered with stretch-marks
When the swellin' go down I'm tellin' ya clowns
My next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds and uh
This is warfare niggas in war gear
The AOTP whole roster is all here
So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog
I have my ni**a Reef tie your moms to tree with barb
The Heavy Metal King hold big sh*t I cock the heaters
Fat bald Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters
Every move I make righteous God a***h can see us
Peace to A*****m Ishmael Jacob Jesus
Peace to every M*n woman and child
To Mohammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
You a swine eater that means all your energy foul
I'm a divine leader that means all my enemies bow
Yeah but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now
Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild(ha ha ha)
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child
Behold a Pale Horse yall niggas is running a frail course (Get up)
Ain't nothin' better than smellin' a stale corpse
Depicted through your skeleton wear elegant gloves
Purple blood on the fingers we lock from hell and above
The shell from a slug turn grizzly bears into cubs
I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the club
It's nothin' to us we bustin' militant verses
Belligerent syndicate we spit the gift and the curses
You niggas worthless I see you in the cypher with ya backpack
I'm way past that may God strike ya
You sounded like you was reading you was off-beat even
So you left with ya jaw leakin' I punished 'em all speakin'
We all beefin niggas is running rampid
I curve verbs the type that can serve Sampras
Y'all all infantile niggas in pampers
There's no cure to my sickness I'm rap's cancer
Lets get it crackin' what happened to all a ya'll
These QD stars got the people screaming for encore
We love raw direct uncut raw
And ya little particles we bound to dust and mop
Rap sh*t is my rope and I ain't givin' a slack
Main question in the air M*n Who bringin' it back
Gotta' be us honestly In God We Trust
Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust
Don't ever strike me rollin' with Crypt that's more than likely
My Daily operation for the cash on the nightly
We all icy hustle just for the grams
And breaking bread with the Pharaohs M*n that's part of the plan
Food off your plate I scrape I will never cater
Demoz tryin' to come up like a elevator
Green money make paper like I own a forest
He's funny rap name should be Martin Lawrence
Never hated I ain't tryin' say I never made it
Now my confidence is high like it's medicated
Call me a loose charm I'm off the chain
I'm off the wall like in memory of my name
Versatile with the flow they all the same
Ghetto can't walk right I borrow the cane
Raincoat Umbrella stop all your rain
The industry a buffet I eat all I can
So f**k if you next and f**k a duet
You niggas don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope)
M*n you DVD rappers soundin' comfortable bet
This not an exercise tape why you bustin' a sweat (Ni**a)
Uh AOTP in this ni**a We don't rumble no more
I will take it back and disrespect a ni**a sly to you - before I pull that ratchet out
I'm going in Uh
Why you running with those lames that's tapped out
AOTP is frontline with they macs out
And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war
I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw and uh
Your eyes can't hit what they can't see
The M1 will melt a ni**a wig like gangrene
And my trees is laced bucket is half licked
My whole team got laced half of them rich
The other half originate from the best part
My right hook will leave your face covered with stretch-marks
When the swellin' go down I'm tellin' ya clowns
My next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds and uh
This is warfare niggas in war gear
The AOTP whole roster is all here
So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog
I have my ni**a Reef tie your moms to tree with barb
The Heavy Metal King hold big sh*t I cock the heaters
Fat bald Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters
Every move I make righteous God a***h can see us
Peace to A*****m Ishmael Jacob Jesus
Peace to every M*n woman and child
To Mohammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal
You a swine eater that means all your energy foul
I'm a divine leader that means all my enemies bow
Yeah but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now
Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild(ha ha ha)
Don't attempt to ever get me to smile
Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child
Behold a Pale Horse yall niggas is running a frail course (Get up)
Ain't nothin' better than smellin' a stale corpse
Depicted through your skeleton wear elegant gloves
Purple blood on the fingers we lock from hell and above
The shell from a slug turn grizzly bears into cubs
I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the club
It's nothin' to us we bustin' militant verses
Belligerent syndicate we spit the gift and the curses
You niggas worthless I see you in the cypher with ya backpack
I'm way past that may God strike ya
You sounded like you was reading you was off-beat even
So you left with ya jaw leakin' I punished 'em all speakin'
We all beefin niggas is running rampid
I curve verbs the type that can serve Sampras
Y'all all infantile niggas in pampers
There's no cure to my sickness I'm rap's cancer
Lets get it crackin' what happened to all a ya'll
These QD stars got the people screaming for encore
We love raw direct uncut raw
And ya little particles we bound to dust and mop
Rap sh*t is my rope and I ain't givin' a slack
Main question in the air M*n Who bringin' it back
Gotta' be us honestly In God We Trust
Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust
Don't ever strike me rollin' with Crypt that's more than likely
My Daily operation for the cash on the nightly
We all icy hustle just for the grams
And breaking bread with the Pharaohs M*n that's part of the plan
Food off your plate I scrape I will never cater
Demoz tryin' to come up like a elevator
Green money make paper like I own a forest
He's funny rap name should be Martin Lawrence
Never hated I ain't tryin' say I never made it
Now my confidence is high like it's medicated
Call me a loose charm I'm off the chain
I'm off the wall like in memory of my name
Versatile with the flow they all the same
Ghetto can't walk right I borrow the cane
Raincoat Umbrella stop all your rain
The industry a buffet I eat all I can
So f**k if you next and f**k a duet
You niggas don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope)
M*n you DVD rappers soundin' comfortable bet
This not an exercise tape why you bustin' a sweat (Ni**a)
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