Gun Ballad Army of the Pharaohs

[Intro: Chief Kamachi]
Yeah, uh, yeah
We back y'all
Uh, AOTP
This was what y'all's was waiting for, right?
Yeah, nothing but that classic, classic... nothing but that classic, classic

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi]
Yeah, yo
I stay strolling with Crypt
My opening 'graph like the smoke from a fifth
Cup of gin, devilish grin, bodies cozy and stiff
It's the messiah, think the black Moses of myth
I hold the staff and turn snakes into Netherland piff
I spit the 'glyphics and the mystics, you know what it give
One eye, bloodshot, on a pyramid tip
It's real energy, you a high school chemistry kit
The ease, the crease, get a whole energy lift
If your hate since '98, Kamachi and Hologram
And '07, he the reverend of the lawless land
I crack crosses, I'm here for the fall of man
AOTP, this is what you call a jam

[Verse 2: Demoz]

Nigga I'll leave you poked in the chest
If hip-hop is dead, call me ghost in the flesh
I'm close to the best
Kill your fucking man, have a toast to the death
Gotta be a ball game if I'm approaching the bench
Coke on the steps, po-po lock me up
Came home, now we just waiting on mafia
Jay I got you, Vinnie I see you
Crypt, King Size, Planetary, no need to
Display no one else's name, we all lethal
We came from a flame a hundred below evil
Nigga, I'll shoot you, I'll stab you
I'll knock your fucking jaw off your face if I smack you
Who's Luke, who's John, who's Paul, who's Matthew
I don't read the fucking Bible, nigga I just get at you
I'll make a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you
Let you know this is real true life, no battle