Godzilla Lyrics - Army Of The Pharaohs: The Unholy Terror - Jedi Mind Tricks

What I write in a verse is like magic tricks, Copperfield 

Grab your chick, cop a feel 

Cock the Glock for real, give you some cop appeal 

Dynamite vest, na I ain't stressing nothing 

With a smiley face sticker on my detonator button 

Haters ask, "Is he bluffing or is he bugging?" 

I don't know but I don't fuck with weed with the seed stuffing 

What I blaze gets me oh so higher 

Burn more white widow smoke than an old folks home on fire 

I make change *cha ching* 

I can hang a playground from a charm you should see the way my chain swings 

You got the balls to diss? Won't have 'em afterwards 

Cuz when I rap, contenders get killed, after all my words 

I'm tired of all you rapping nerds trying to critique my shit 

Like I ain't the mother fucking master of the baddest verse 

Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance will travel back in time 

Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying! 

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I am Rob Zombie, I am the Omni of dishonesty 

I'm a prodigy, an atrocity 

Not a lot of promise in me 

Positively not a drop of modesty 

My philosophy is the policy 

I believe in nothing 

Try teaching a beast peace and loving 

Juggling, my beliefs need readjusting 

My life was sticks and rocks 

Kick, punch, block 

It was not a box of butterscotch and shuttlecocks 

I have filled a pot of mud, spilled a lot of blood 

Watch the drops drip and flood, hit the top stud 

I have crashed a lot of waves, dug a lot of graves 

Drunk a lot of grapes, I have fucked a lot of babes 

I'm do not disturb, I have punched a lot of nerds 

Struck a lot of curbs, I have cut a lot of curves 

You are none of the above, push come to shove 

You're all mother fucking puppy love and country clubs! 

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Y'all mother fuckers ain't running shit, y'all simply runaways 

I walk the surface of the sun while you're rocking stunner shades 

I'm in Hell shoving flames while you're sweating summer days 

I'm the son of Satan, son of Sam, sicker some'll say 

Got a flow so cold that I could blow the sun away 

Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay 

You could get blasted, body in a funeral casket 

And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid 

Slay the fascists, Pharaoh fans pray for classics 

Come through in Raiders jackets to make this magic 

I'm a holy man, Voodoo priest, rebel that'll shoot police 

You wake up from this nightmare and change your little doodoo sheets 

Skeleton crusher creature from the cryo-chamber 

The naughty, nasty, trashy microphone annihilator 

It's AP apparently you mother fuckers missed me 

Some dude tried to diss me, now that kid's history! 

Now you see the misery, I heard it needs company 

Who the fuck else want to bleed in their Dungarees? 

Planetary man, the evil rap Desert Eagle 

Clap all your people get ready for the sequel 

Needle set to vinyl, now it's time for your final thought 

What's your last wish? You's a minor fine in court 

Twenty five to life, rap electric chair 

Spit a sicker syllable, nigga slash like the slayers hit you 

Get the picture, this a Kodak moment 

Mo 'Yak flowin, pussy, bet your throwback on it 

I'mma break bread only if the bread ain't stale 

Take young niggas to school, I heard school like jail 

This is punishment government shit that you fucking with 

Esoteric, I told him in "Swords Drawn" and "Dump the Clip" 

Hear the "Battle Cry" piling up the dead solders 

Know to "Tear it Down", we get it down, the blood runs colder! 

After the drive-by, hop out the wheel like caged hamsters 

Rage amped up, hammer time without the stage dancers 

I really doubt were killing it the same 

I'm Magic before retirement, illest in the game 

Diligently aim at targets without the Pizza Hut express shit 

Put em in a long box like bread sticks 

Then dip marinara or garlic, Marijuanacaholic 

Carry arms like your sidekick, shoulder hold to drop kick 

Your show's supposed to be mosh pits but is only known for obnoxious 

Knowingly holding most of them hostage 

Know I'm close to the top ten, Coka Nostra and Rakim 

Roast the most of the Pac shit 

Overdose for the profit 

Hold him over don't drop him, watch this 

Nonsense and don't slow up the process 

Hate on my project, lay you unconscious 

Screaming on the phone like you won a radio contest! 

The only fucking thing I love is my long knife 

The .45 cal click pow, put you on ice 

Before the devil know you dead you should call Christ 

All I hear is barking out of y'all, a real dog bites 

If you wanna split the tribe you should call Fife 

I'm the real father of creation of God's life 

LeBron in the beginning of the game, yeah I toss white 

Calm at the beginning of the pain, Dalai Lam-like 

Then I put your fucking brain in a strong vice 

Eat your liver over fava beans and some warm rice 

Y'all mother fuckers head cracked like I toss dice 

Vinnie taking all your money like a divorced wife!