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  • Stupid mother*******s. Run, duck, and hide, die mother******* die.
    (Let em know, Celph) It's time to bust some heads in. (Let's go.) Oh yeah.
    It is the Army. Blaaaat!
    [Chorus] [Celph Titled]
    Hard to the mother******g core we are
    The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
    Run run
    We gonna tear the head piece up
    Uh huh, you don't want beef because
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    [Verse One] [Reef The Lost Cauze]
    A.O.T.P.
    Fresh Nikes and ice links
    You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked drink
    Sipping Goose till my eyes pink
    Ninety-five live rings
    Real *************s survive things and die kings
    I can hear dead homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me."
    So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
    You got a heart homeboy? Well yo show it to me
    The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden rubies
    I'm old school like roll a doobie
    Daddy-O my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
    A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
    Nine milli really only defense of my logic
    The shotgun just sits in the closet
    Waiting for you *******s to come dip in my *************t
    Nonsense
    The weak could never stop the thorough
    ************* *************s suspect, I call them boys Gossip Girls
    [Chorus] [Celph Titled]
    Hard to the mother******g core we are
    The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
    Run run
    We gonna tear the head piece up
    Uh huh, you don't want beef because
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    [Verse Two] [Apathy]
    I treat fools like ******* cause I always got a few biscuits
    And bus(t) 'em in like kids from different school districts
    Y'all dip *************ts will get your spinal discs flipped
    Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
    Nickel-plated nine *************ne like diamonds on Slick Rick
    I'm wicked as a Wiccan ************* when the candle wick's lit
    Want to sample this *************t? You need to read Sanskrit
    And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
    Running through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
    Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves
    Like what I was doing during Public Execution
    Half-human, half-mutant, Ap must be the Rasputin
    Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body
    And three quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties
    If God walks the surface of the sun it won't melt feet
    Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?
    [Chorus] [Celph Titled]
    Hard to the mother******g core we are
    The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
    Run run
    We gonna tear the head piece up
    Uh huh, you don't want beef because
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    [Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
    I'm a five-star general, the mother******g main man
    Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand
    And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays
    Cement mixing your IV, turn your Anatomy Grey
    Nobody ratted at A-
    O.T.P. not Tretch with O.P.P.
    I'm obsessed with O.C.D.
    A temperamental mental patient
    With cyberkenetic on-board computer integration
    One of rap's most innovative voices and flows
    In front of missile-command buttons
    I look around, all my choices just blow
    So now you should know
    I'm the don of braggadocio flamethrower
    I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping that dojo, name goers
    Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough
    And get they punchlines up
    Cause you ain't ******g with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
    No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here
    Oh yeah
    [Outro] [Vinnie Paz]
    Yeah. A.O.T.P. Pharaoh clique. Philly to Beantown
    To Connecticut. To ******' Tampa. We worldwide baby
    Official pistol gang. Braaaat!
  • Stupid mother*******s. Run, duck, and hide, die mother******* die.
    (Let em know, Celph) It's time to bust some heads in. (Let's go.) Oh yeah.
    It is the Army. Blaaaat!
    [Chorus] [Celph Titled]
    Hard to the mother******g core we are
    The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
    Run run
    We gonna tear the head piece up
    Uh huh, you don't want beef because
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    [Verse One] [Reef The Lost Cauze]
    A.O.T.P.
    Fresh Nikes and ice links
    You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked drink
    Sipping Goose till my eyes pink
    Ninety-five live rings
    Real *************s survive things and die kings
    I can hear dead homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me."
    So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
    You got a heart homeboy? Well yo show it to me
    The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden rubies
    I'm old school like roll a doobie
    Daddy-O my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
    A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
    Nine milli really only defense of my logic
    The shotgun just sits in the closet
    Waiting for you *******s to come dip in my *************t
    Nonsense
    The weak could never stop the thorough
    ************* *************s suspect, I call them boys Gossip Girls
    [Chorus] [Celph Titled]
    Hard to the mother******g core we are
    The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
    Run run
    We gonna tear the head piece up
    Uh huh, you don't want beef because
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    [Verse Two] [Apathy]
    I treat fools like ******* cause I always got a few biscuits
    And bus(t) 'em in like kids from different school districts
    Y'all dip *************ts will get your spinal discs flipped
    Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
    Nickel-plated nine *************ne like diamonds on Slick Rick
    I'm wicked as a Wiccan ************* when the candle wick's lit
    Want to sample this *************t? You need to read Sanskrit
    And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
    Running through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
    Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves
    Like what I was doing during Public Execution
    Half-human, half-mutant, Ap must be the Rasputin
    Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body
    And three quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties
    If God walks the surface of the sun it won't melt feet
    Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?
    [Chorus] [Celph Titled]
    Hard to the mother******g core we are
    The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
    Run run
    We gonna tear the head piece up
    Uh huh, you don't want beef because
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    Bust bust 'em in
    [Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
    I'm a five-star general, the mother******g main man
    Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand
    And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays
    Cement mixing your IV, turn your Anatomy Grey
    Nobody ratted at A-
    O.T.P. not Tretch with O.P.P.
    I'm obsessed with O.C.D.
    A temperamental mental patient
    With cyberkenetic on-board computer integration
    One of rap's most innovative voices and flows
    In front of missile-command buttons
    I look around, all my choices just blow
    So now you should know
    I'm the don of braggadocio flamethrower
    I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping that dojo, name goers
    Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough
    And get they punchlines up
    Cause you ain't ******g with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
    No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here
    Oh yeah
    [Outro] [Vinnie Paz]
    Yeah. A.O.T.P. Pharaoh clique. Philly to Beantown
    To Connecticut. To ******' Tampa. We worldwide baby
    Official pistol gang. Braaaat!