Luxor Temple (feat. Blacastan, Vinnie Paz, Apathy, Esoteric, Celph Titled & Planetary) (исполнитель: Army of the Pharaohs)
[Blacastan] The league of extraordinary gentlemen indeed And proceed to take the underworld under siege The most decorated, celebrated soldier on the scene The most underrated, overhated [bad word] on my team Black ops, black cops, falling on black tops And I pursue chasing suspects through back blocks superhero shooting supernovas through my toaster Face on a poster, hiding out in Nova Scotia Break a mic over my knee, like Canseco kid Still wanted on [bad word] like I'm Pecos Bill Spit quicker than a six shooter off of the hip With thicker chicks in Bermuda blowing coke off the [bad word] Living the life of a pharaoh, in this modern day Babel [bad word] too many [bad word] could leave a [bad word] sterile My whole battalion, snatchin' olympic gold medallions Like old italians, season they gravy with the scallions [Vinnie Paz] Official Pistol Gang click it and spark I swear y'all mother [bad word] made [bad word] an art Vampire y'all mother [bad word] stick through the heart I don't rap over beats Vinnie rip em apart I smell fear y'all was [bad word] from the start Y'all are sweeter than a [bad word] kiss in the dark I was here first I'm an aboriginal's thought I have poison on the pen like an indigenous dart My name box cutter I'm about to christen em, lord Like a jail dude ima stick a shiv in em, lord Throw a left hook then I take a [bad word] on em, lord Salt pepper ketchup everything I get in the store They say the Siciliano was wild nice I'm keep em feeding every block like I'm fried rice Stupid rapper you could get punched in the eye twice You could never walk in my shoes or live my life [Apathy] This is tricknology trick trickle triple six Blood droplets and optics I'm sick I'll slit your wrists I'm wickeder than wicked witches or the wickedest men I scribble on period pads get a whiff of this pen I make pussies pop like ping pongs or [bad word] whores Muddy floors from the bodies I buried in bloody wars Blood in, blood out let em bleed out (repeat) Radar got em, I spotted em, shot at rocket at em [bad word] em and forget em, in bottomless pits Places where the goblins exist we gotta get chips So we plot to rob all the rich I'm rotten, you [bad word] How you think I'm rocking these kicks I'm kickin it with Amon-Ra inside a rocketing ship This the power of ether, I'm like a towering creature Who figured out how to feature, by devouring speakers I'm the pope of the pompous Smoking dope with the Pontiff Selling coke to Pocahontas I poked in the Oval Office [Esoteric] I'm a dragon, exhaling the flames Killing, impaling the lames Demons are still in my brain The evilest militant gang Pharaoh clique,{ NOT talented, } / (Gallant to notorious) I'll bust your [bad word] [bad word] Slap boxing with oven mitts, [bad word] with... words Cops they don't want me murdering the locals but they (but what?) Let me do it like Motorhead vocals, listen Right brain, left handed, I'm a perfect mess Mic's flames, don't touch it, it could burn your flesh I'd rather steer my wagon here past the peer To a certain death than have to hear about your rap career Got it? Everything I spit's got a golden seal Authentic furniture flow, yeah I'm sofa real Your day job is the only time you load the steel General Zod [bad word] make opponents kneel I try to kill em off and make sure that they die But they [bad word] back and I (Don't know why!) [Celph Titled] Flash the hammer at you in front of the nail shop (Is he crazy?) I want you dead so bad I'll sleep on them jail cots (I'll do it.) You in the hospital bed, I ain't satisfied I need you on the coroner table, ribs open wide Die for my respect til I'm laying on the pavement Knowing I got a job in [bad word] narrating for Satan They say I'm alre