7th Ghost Army of the Pharaohs

[Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze]
Bring the light to the dark
A-O-T-P, yeah!

[Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze]
I Self, Lord and Master, I'm not a rapper
The industry been in a nigga pockets, since Napster
So me explainin' why I'm still grinding, I don't have to
I'd sell my masters, if the cash come
'Cause my girl need a new car and baby need Pampers
It's real shit, y'all never know about it ask us
Side jobs in retail, detail cars and ride trash trucks
Never complain, we never had much
The ends won't justify the means, it don't add up
Rap, work, and sell dope, now that's a mash-up
Kids say they wanna do this? I just crack up
I tell em stay in school, fool, you need a backup

[Verse 2: Doap Nixon]
Ayo, I'm blowin' brown every day to keep the stress down
And niggas that I seem to let 'round, they always let down
So I'm building a bunch of young niggas like Brett Brown
They all ballers, keepin' niggas in check so when I
Big up my set I'm payin' homage to Pharaohs
And when you hear me spit, acknowledge my vowels
It's probably foul
I never change the language for change, It's slang written
Half my life gamblin' heists to keep that thang with 'em
Suplex mangler, but it's a cold word baby
So I'm a North Face and Cumberland whore chasin'
So knuckle up or get cutted up
Or smacked with the butt end of the gun
Buttercup, for trying to fuck with us
Who dumb enough to try one of us?
We peelin' your girl off the grill of a Hummer truck
When the sun come up
Who one of us? Raise your face to the skies
And watch the mortals make way for the return of the Gods
Pharaohs