Army of the Pharaohs, Swords drawn;Chief Kamachi:\n\nYo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour\'s nap\nWoke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat\nBlood on the tarot pack, the power black\nStreet mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed\n119 they blamed it on some Arab cat\nI meditated, and left two towers flat\nWith they own, section8 Egyptian power rap\nLittle spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual\nDon\'t let me start with the pump, pecked\nFaggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk\nI got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk\nIt\'s The Messiah, never been a musical kump\n\nDemoz:\n\nThe Colosseum fiending, screaming \"Demoz!\"\nThey could see the pour-up from Europe to Lehigh\nWhen they see I\'m coming they running I keep nine\nShots for they stomach and face, eat five!\nNever will I run from a case like a cheap guy\nIf I can\'t afford the lawyer, I\'ll burn him like deep fry\nUndeveloped faggot, I\'m classic like Levi\'s\nRap marathon,I passed them like three times\nTake my rap skills multiply by three times\nAll it takes from my verse to beat him is three lines\nPeep my battle ability weak guy\nIf I can\'t walk over you nigga I leap high\nShoot looking down when I pass, you scream \"Why!\"\nYou bit my whole style with no teeth I reply...\nYou walking all task barefooted, my sneaks tied\nTalking out your ass when you shouldn\'t you speak lies\n\nPlanetary:\n\nWhenever I say so we full court pressing \'em\nHand on the rock and cross over like the rest of \'em\nWho got the ratchet? I crack the pendulum\nMy adrenaline race the pace you tremblingMy regiment take shots of bad medicine\nExtinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen\nSeverus so far the best with the pen again\nVenomous ink, paint the picture so elegant\nElevate my state, I\'m high like a Pelican\nPowerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton\nSpace niggas erase niggas irrelevant\nPost-up prevalent, in my development\nI make the case, so the dope can settle in\n\"Paz, there\'s no booze!\" so we threw the kettle in\nPharaohs amongst the king, now that\'s tenement\nYou demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, \"Send \'em in!\"\n\nEsoteric:\nMind bender, line sender\nTime ender, Pharaoh front line member\nThe mic\'s a divine ember burning you\nThe blood doesn\'t trickle, it sprays\nI\'m ????\nFor centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries\nYou entertain, it\'s funny like Kevin James,\nnow stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man?\nHip-hop\'s deader than Vince Lombardi\nIt\'s fullof whine and crackers like your wife\'s dinner parties\nI\'m a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battle\nRunning with apes like Ann Darrow\nReef!\n\nReef the Lost Cauze:\n\nI ain\'t wit this rap shit dog, I literally kill em\nPut the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee Williams\nIt works every time, I murk every lineIt never gets easier, it hurts every time\nI been the best, I got kids on the Internet\nSeeking my approval like they send a fucking friend request\nUh..Denied, Go, fuck your life\nI crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymes\nBarf, you know vomit and such\nYou got no fans so you claim being popular sucks\nThat\'s called hating, your brain is all vacant,\nI\'d never sit down and eat with y\'all, it\'s all bacon\n\nCelph Titled:\n\nDemons and gargoyles, lions and wizards\nWe leaving \'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards\nThat\'s what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya\nAct like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors\nRap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later\nLeave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator\nSo who\'s ill and who\'s not? Who\'s popping and ooh-wop\nWho\'s a cross between El Chupacabra and Tupac?\n(Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelf\nJust a pellet gun leave a huge welt\nArmy of the Pharaohs never make love songs\nWe fingerfuck bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on allah, Army, celph, hip, hop, jedi, jus, mind, of, paz, pharaohs, the, titled, tricks, vinnie