The Quickening - Army of the Pharaohs, Planetary, Esoteric

Back at the yard again, horrifying horror harvesting

Awkward like my origin, obvious god with a pen

Hawking a Benz on your carpet of tens, I’m lost in the winds

Offing the officers inside of my office again

The offers are in, I’m taking, I’m running, I’m gone

Blazing and running I’m drawn, more clips dumping in songs

You say something is wrong, asking what planet’s he on

Earth is my mind is in but Jupiter’s what I’m actually on

I’m practically spawned from a pharoah, my life different

My knife ridges sharper than ice, is it I’m nice with it

It got to be that it’s probably cause it’s obvious in fact

It’s popping I’m probably polying with lottery stacks

Illegal alien desert eagle Damien’s partner

The bullets make a harder departure, shit’s a rocket launcher

And I’m a monster in under armor

The calm of the storm, the horror is on

You niggas is barking I’m gone

I paint the town with outrageous sounds, I’m a Pharoah

I leave you looking like you Richard Harrow

You’re back up on my shit again

Say hi to my little friend

I’m crushing all you little men

Wild cat like I’m Kentucky bred

I don’t buck the lead I press the lead to paper

Pen off another caper, you

Wasting time with all them hundred bar verses

Cause I murder ya’ll and send you home in hundred car hearses

Cause you worthless

Off to the races I’m quick

Cough in your faces I’m sick

You don’t need a coffin cause I’m probably crematin' your clique

Listen I’m making a list and killing every name on it

Might put the blame on it, track I’m insane on it

Dick with your dame on it

They call 'em chin up bars, every word you hang on it

Like Big Daddy Kane on it

Use your brain, you’s a lame, ain’t no way to soothe the pain

Pharoahs putting you to shame

Come on die now

Every time we spit rounds everybody get down

Lose your life now

Every time we spit rounds everybody get down

Take your life out

Every time we spit rounds everybody get down

Underground king shit, Pharoahs we breaking the cycle

You dead on arrival, we coming and we taking the title

We back at it, old school rappers don’t want no static

Our tour should be covered by National Geographics

Carnivore addicts, no suppressing to kill the appetite

A rapper’s life of smashing mics, niggas just not rapping right

Ya’ll acting like the takeover, its already happened

An arsenal of ratchets if I’m talking backpacking

There ain’t no acting, I live right in the cuckoo’s nest

Since the days of buddah blessed, my flow has been ludicrous

So who is next in line claiming they repping?

But there ain’t a weapon that can stop all this natural selection

And you can count on the Army man we always supplyin'

We like roaches, we always living and never dying

Ay yo we blacked out, trenched down

I’m Marley in Trenchtown

Cock back, spray rounds, leave you drenched down

Run from the loud sound or we be on you like blood hounds

Pharoah clique live in your home town

We capitalized like we be sticking up pronouns

Didn’t know you know now, guilty never blow trial

Stick you up face down told you we don’t play clown

When it come to spraying rounds, collapse and niggas lay down

Standing here flack planet permanently etched in granite

Coward niggas panic, haters simply can’t stand it

Sail the Atlantic, crushing tours like Titanic

We impact the world nigga, gigantic