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"The king of the ring, undisputed
There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"
Yeah, one-two, one-two
It's like one-o-o-one one-two, one-two
Listen pharoah clique, man stop playing
Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe
Punch you in your face
After we exchange pleasantries
I always understood that the
Pain was a necessity put the pressure on you
Until we exchange densities
Stupid motherfucker thinking he
Can change destiny
It's a different game, man
Need the same referee
Me and Marciano, different people
Same legacy brought a motherfucker back
Still the same treachery
How could you ever be a leader
And bring less than me?
That's the type shit that make
A motherfucker dead to me
Nineteen eighty-eight
Back when death made leprosy
Life is hard money
And the pain – the accessory
You catch a heart attack, coming fatter
Gravy spinach
Carjack your whip, put your baby in it
I rock a navy fitted, AV leather
Custom stitchwork
My constituent more accurate
Aim training in the Navy given
Early with the Dirty Harry pistol
Rarely my words miss you
'Til your area's crippled
And buried where the worms'll get you
(fucker)
When I click mine, your whole clique dying
Flick a slam
Ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam)
Bulldozer through your house
(Celph pave the way)
He the hardest non-graffiti artist
(that sprays a K)
Titanium pop screen, my voice be ice cold
'Cause just a slight tone'll burn
A hole through the mic-phone
Chemicals in the lab, mixed up
Cause explosions
Wizards in cloaks breathe smoke
And sip potions
FBI profilers going through the motions
Psycho-analyze my behavior and emotions
Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean
Cops lick shots
Bullets travel in slow motion
Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion
Frostbitten, frozen, bodies get ripped open
The pack of wolves close in, claws
Exposed skin the crows sing for the
Leftovers the bones bring
Scavengers with bags full of
Jewelry and old rings
Wash the blood off of the
Gold in a cold spring
This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient
Old thing when man chases money
But only the ghosts win
Don't say that it don't sting
When walking in cold winds
Just fade into the forest homie
Tighten your coat strings
I design profound takes
Over rugged soundscapes
Niggas buggin', go apes
When they open the drapes we kill niggas
And leave bodies soaking in lakes
I compose another opus as the locus await's
'Til I exist above the clouds
With the past time greats
I'm in a booth pounding my
Chest like wild primates
A black Ayatollah Khomeini
Don't ever think you can play me
I kidnap rappers and tell they
Broke families to pay me
With EBT, warehouses full of CDs
So I can package sixteens
Like I'm packagin' keys you need practice
Your raps ain't fuckin' with these
So in a words of Johnny Blaze, nigga
You know my steez
This is what it means to be illegally
I'm lashin' out
These lyrics so liesurely at least you
See the beast in me
So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest
A manifold of manpower
Quick to put your man to rest
The melancholy after the mention
Of severed bodies
Settles in the devil's skin so
Who's next to stop me?
I couldn't imagine a loss
I'm back with an immaculate force
Ratchet with the action - a torch
Actually the baddest of all
Superhero, zero loss, Planetary presidential
Actually a killer priest who walks
With a heavy mental
A cut above what you love
Yeah I know I said it
What you rappin' 'bout? I'm cashin' out
Without a line of credit
I slaughter rappers and autograph
All their coffins after demonic master
Your raps are good for yawns and laughter
Find me standin' on your
Lawn with two machetes
Seven Pharaohs, fifty tanks, eighty guns
You piss your pants, your lady comes this way
The capital E, capital S, happy to be
At the Capital Grille with your girl
She wants to pay the bill
Be my guest, you regress
It drives me crazy like dJ Khaled sayin'
"We The Best" when A-O
T-P spit that nastiness
My rap attack lives in a habitat that
Shatters kids that work at Lids
Embroiderin' hats for pussy gangs
That did no bids
And pay no dues, guts and glory
Spit your sob story
Esoteric's bars are Cannibal
Holocaust level gory
"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"
We blackin' out
We mobbin' on you motherfuckers
Four in the morning out here
We drunk out here
We acting a fool, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Philly in the motherfucking building
Yo Stallone, how you livin' papa? A-O T-P
WRITERS
CHAD AARON BROMLEY, IRA LESTER OSU, J W LEIGH, MARIO COLLAZO, RYAN SEAMUS PADRAIC, TODD RYAN NEUBERT, VINCENT LUVINER
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