The Demon’s Blade Army of the Pharaohs

[Sample: The Roots]
"The king of the ring, undisputed
There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one-two, one-two
It's like one-o-o-one one-two, one-two
Listen
Pharoah clique, man stop playing

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
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

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
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