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  • Chief Kamachi:
    Yeah, uh
    The dark arts
    AOTP, yeah
    Feel like the nineties right here don't it
    Yeah uh uh, uh uh take 'em back
    Yeah, yo
    Chief Kamachi:
    Yo I'm a pharaoh my street magic been on deck
    I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat
    Look at the walls to my lingual set
    In the trim on the gold coffin where my demo's kept
    It's Kamachi my legendary status is earned
    With the ashes of dead ******s from the Vatican burned
    I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
    I'm +Violent By Design+ with the scope in the urn
    You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
    I'm in the desert with fatigues try'na focus the germ
    Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
    Suicide bombers screaming what to *****
    Y'all try'na play heavenly angels
    Get ya halos mangled, in the throat of ya saviour strangled
    Enough to baffle your ears a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
    Vinnie Paz:
    Ayyo my flow is pain
    I feel nothing I'm bleeding Novicane.
    This is a soldier game **** 'em buck 'em blow his brain
    I camel-clutch mics put ya ****in' soul in flames
    Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name
    We ****in' load and aim, ayyo Chief Kamach'
    Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops
    We talking **** and rocks, Desert E's and glocks
    The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
    I only **** around with ill rappers
    My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers
    You only mad 'cos your flame is dying
    It ain't hard to find you can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan
    Esoteric:
    Master builder
    Rap British Bulldog boy ask Mathilda
    Cats with the steel young god
    The soul benders with uncontrollable tempers
    Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was heaven's scapegoat members
    Yonder yo the, money folder with that funky odour
    Don't get it twisted like I'm speakin' with the tongue of Yoda
    You stay behind the voices like a ****-less thunder quoter
    I'm sayin' **** the voices like a foreign country soldier
    Shay's worthy my family play dirty
    We continue to diss you discontinue like a J-30
    (Money wants you killed) Yo you better tell cuz'
    To rely on M-16s like D-12 does
    Celph Titled:
    It's the Army of the Pharaohs
    Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
    We provide you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero
    So move back bandejo, you dealin' with a lot of these guys
    Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties
    I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out
    You's a snitch open your mouth, and names come out
    So we gonna, hop your top off and brains come out
    ***** I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta 'bout?
    Hang 'em out, these *****es is wet, leave 'em to dry
    I do the work of the devil, I'm a +hell of a guy+
    Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
    And have blood ******ing out ya head like Coolio's braids
    Doggy this is how we slaughter heads
    Catch you sleepin' stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed
    'Cos I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off
    Come back a week later and slice the **********in' scab off
  • Chief Kamachi:
    Yeah, uh
    The dark arts
    AOTP, yeah
    Feel like the nineties right here don't it
    Yeah uh uh, uh uh take 'em back
    Yeah, yo
    Chief Kamachi:
    Yo I'm a pharaoh my street magic been on deck
    I'm the north Philly Imhotep, you ain't been no threat
    Look at the walls to my lingual set
    In the trim on the gold coffin where my demo's kept
    It's Kamachi my legendary status is earned
    With the ashes of dead ******s from the Vatican burned
    I don't care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
    I'm +Violent By Design+ with the scope in the urn
    You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
    I'm in the desert with fatigues try'na focus the germ
    Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
    Suicide bombers screaming what to *****
    Y'all try'na play heavenly angels
    Get ya halos mangled, in the throat of ya saviour strangled
    Enough to baffle your ears a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
    Vinnie Paz:
    Ayyo my flow is pain
    I feel nothing I'm bleeding Novicane.
    This is a soldier game **** 'em buck 'em blow his brain
    I camel-clutch mics put ya ****in' soul in flames
    Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovah's name
    We ****in' load and aim, ayyo Chief Kamach'
    Take these rappers and strangle 'em until they breathing stops
    We talking **** and rocks, Desert E's and glocks
    The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
    I only **** around with ill rappers
    My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers
    You only mad 'cos your flame is dying
    It ain't hard to find you can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan
    Esoteric:
    Master builder
    Rap British Bulldog boy ask Mathilda
    Cats with the steel young god
    The soul benders with uncontrollable tempers
    Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was heaven's scapegoat members
    Yonder yo the, money folder with that funky odour
    Don't get it twisted like I'm speakin' with the tongue of Yoda
    You stay behind the voices like a ****-less thunder quoter
    I'm sayin' **** the voices like a foreign country soldier
    Shay's worthy my family play dirty
    We continue to diss you discontinue like a J-30
    (Money wants you killed) Yo you better tell cuz'
    To rely on M-16s like D-12 does
    Celph Titled:
    It's the Army of the Pharaohs
    Make a threat, you're hardly a scarecrow
    We provide you with ammo knockin' off your sombrero
    So move back bandejo, you dealin' with a lot of these guys
    Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties
    I'm blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out
    You's a snitch open your mouth, and names come out
    So we gonna, hop your top off and brains come out
    ***** I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta 'bout?
    Hang 'em out, these *****es is wet, leave 'em to dry
    I do the work of the devil, I'm a +hell of a guy+
    Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
    And have blood ******ing out ya head like Coolio's braids
    Doggy this is how we slaughter heads
    Catch you sleepin' stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed
    'Cos I'm the type to slice the skin on your back off
    Come back a week later and slice the **********in' scab off