Yeah!
It's like that, you know it's like that, there ain't an army that could strike back - - Nas
Hey yo, it's like that, hey yo it's like that!
Ar-my! Pharaohs
[Verse 1: Planetary]
It's the manifestation of rap greatness
I determine my life around the sound of the piano and bass hits
The basics of this hip-hop matrix
This graveyard rap, Kwest build on the day shift
I shape shift and get into shape quick cause when Paz make the call I spit grade A shit
And my label a bitch so I save up chips
Because who the fuck is gonna hold me down 'sides Crypt?
Who the fuck can control my sound? Stallone got me, Scott be makin' my vocal sounds so cocky
Who got me? Yeah my dogs most likely
If I ain't loyal to my niggas, then god strike me
[Verse 2: Demoz]
Keep striking, I'm taking your life
Take my advice, it's basically right
If money's the root of all evil then Satan is right
Break me in twice, I'm in two, that makes me aloo
That makes me a double headed rapper, now make me a booth
Next to the one I'm in now so that they can see two
Crazy motherfuckers light a fire up under these roofs
Maybe it's true I'm a rapper and maybe a truce
Between my ego and my pride can make me the truth
Maybe I do need powder to make me some juice
To go down with the first rapper that's claiming he's too...
Fucking nice, I'll fuck him with a knife, fuck his wife
Tell your bitch your husband said good night
Yeah it's like that, ain't no army that can strike back
If hip-hop is dead Demoz will bring it right back
It's like that, you know it's like that, there ain't an army that could strike back - - Nas
Hey yo, it's like that, hey yo it's like that!
Ar-my! Pharaohs
[Verse 1: Planetary]
It's the manifestation of rap greatness
I determine my life around the sound of the piano and bass hits
The basics of this hip-hop matrix
This graveyard rap, Kwest build on the day shift
I shape shift and get into shape quick cause when Paz make the call I spit grade A shit
And my label a bitch so I save up chips
Because who the fuck is gonna hold me down 'sides Crypt?
Who the fuck can control my sound? Stallone got me, Scott be makin' my vocal sounds so cocky
Who got me? Yeah my dogs most likely
If I ain't loyal to my niggas, then god strike me
[Verse 2: Demoz]
Keep striking, I'm taking your life
Take my advice, it's basically right
If money's the root of all evil then Satan is right
Break me in twice, I'm in two, that makes me aloo
That makes me a double headed rapper, now make me a booth
Next to the one I'm in now so that they can see two
Crazy motherfuckers light a fire up under these roofs
Maybe it's true I'm a rapper and maybe a truce
Between my ego and my pride can make me the truth
Maybe I do need powder to make me some juice
To go down with the first rapper that's claiming he's too...
Fucking nice, I'll fuck him with a knife, fuck his wife
Tell your bitch your husband said good night
Yeah it's like that, ain't no army that can strike back
If hip-hop is dead Demoz will bring it right back
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