Tear It Down (Instrumental) Army of the Pharaohs
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(Intro: Reef The Lost Cause)
Yeah...this is where I talk shit (Yeah nigga, talk shit!)
AOTP...Lost Cauze, my man Planetary
What up, Crypt? Yeah
Vinnie Paz
All this shit probably gettin' CUT! Yeah!
"Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges" -(sampled from "Stand Up" by M.O.P.)
(Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze)
Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a pup, they had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's wack
I can't eat like that
Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desert hit you
When you thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell
You ain't ready, is you? I invest into every pistol
Aim on point like a steady missile
Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds and dubs
Where the weed at? I need that drug, 'cause I'm addicted to it
Rhyme-boxes, start spittin' fluid
When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it
Love from Philly, all the way to kids in Munich
Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it
Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up
And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver
Yeah...this is where I talk shit (Yeah nigga, talk shit!)
AOTP...Lost Cauze, my man Planetary
What up, Crypt? Yeah
Vinnie Paz
All this shit probably gettin' CUT! Yeah!
"Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges" -(sampled from "Stand Up" by M.O.P.)
(Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze)
Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a pup, they had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's wack
I can't eat like that
Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desert hit you
When you thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell
You ain't ready, is you? I invest into every pistol
Aim on point like a steady missile
Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds and dubs
Where the weed at? I need that drug, 'cause I'm addicted to it
Rhyme-boxes, start spittin' fluid
When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it
Love from Philly, all the way to kids in Munich
Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it
Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up
And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver
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