The Ultimatum - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, King Magnetic

The Ultimatum, let’s abbreviate em

The Ultimatum, let’s abbreviate em

You can’t fuck with the army

The ultimatum ain’t debated, ain’t the same as when you waitin'

For someone to keep their word or the paper from a payment

Ain’t negating nothin'

I can break their front and take it from them

Wait a month and take a pump and make 'em want to make up somethin'

Take an up-and-coming artist

Or classic figure

If you see me reaching out, it’s to smack a nigga

Melanin scheme is telling 'em squeeze, shell an MC to breeze

Ease G', tell like Aviv

Felony three on melody schemes

They selling them dreams

DMX is Nelly to me

Tellin' 'em please, just leave

Before I have to swell a person

It’s no question like playing the a capella version

Look I said it before, shouldn’t say it again

But in case you hard of hearing look you and your mans

Can get it in the worst way, run when killers thirsty

For a lame and his blood

Sweep it under the rug

Just like it never happened, we professional fighters

And I ain’t talking about scrapping

I’m talking pistol gripping

You know the rest, no need to, stress how my niggas live it

Just know we go so hard, for dough and lavish living

And since I had my taste can’t find nothing that’s better

Ridin' high gripping wood, ass on the softest leather

Oh, y’all some scary dudes?

Man I ain’t afraid of you

Murder you, crack a brew and watch it on the news

Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat, respect beef

Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week

What does the future hold?

Bullets going through your clothes

My niggas is all large like a Jewish nose

Hold more arms than a hookah bowl

Y’all motherfuckers ain’t been nice since the Eagles won the Superbowl

Check your stat books, get your rat hooks

Out my rap books, biting-ass niggas get your snacks took

You in the scrapbook scrap shook

Y’all niggas think beef is what these dudes type on they Macbooks

I’ll smash your Hewlett-Packard

You fucking doofus rapper

A.O.T.P.

fuckers, it’s the newest chapter

Catch me in the street dressed pretty as hell

But when it comes to these raps I get gritty for real

Knock 'em out the box Syze

I spin your motherfucking head counterclockwise

Y’all niggas is not Syze

You full of shit like a pot pie

Labels better cross them T’s, dot them I’s or them shots fly

Pass the Master, have to blast you

Chokin' the track like please excuse the asthma

Please excuse my French, fuck the Spanish

Talking ghetto language the hood can understand it

A wrath of God, Satan;

fuck the apostles

Army of the Pharaohs back ready to rock you

Vinnie fucking smash your jaw

It ain’t nobody rapping half as raw

I was writing rhymes over loops by Stacy Lattimore

Guess you wondering what Vinnie need all the assassins for

Guess you wondering if I’m a communist or fascist bol

Shoot three at you and push the rock like this was basketball

Chop your body up in little pieces with my plastic saw

Y’all need to overstand the jux is real

I run with ghetto boys and I ain’t talking Bushwick Bill

If looks could kill then y’all would be kaputs for real

We drink your blood and hang your body up on hooks of steel

I push the pills, call me Vinnie the psychiatrist

And y’all are gonna have to see defeat like a podiatrist

In the dice game you say I won’t place those bets

That’s like saying you know the Wu, but call that dude Ghostface Deck

I leave your whole face wet like you got hit with a water balloon

The size of a propane jet

Altercations I took place and no police was involved

If I’m beefin' we ain’t greetin', I’m deleting you, pal

I keep my weed in a jar

And roll it in a Philly wrapper

I’m A.O.T.P.

so I roll with Philly rappers

And will kill a rapper

Don’t believe us?

Try us

We the illest out believe it I’m not biased

At best you’re a rookie

Your show’s like a Catwoman audition

'Cause we’ll see who plays the best pussy

It’s the ultra (ultra)

Magnetic like I’m seven foot

Outsmart your art of rhyme though I’ve never read a book

Off with your head, you shook in the corner shiverin'

Delivering a dosage of the most potent Ritalin

You must be kiddin' nigga, this ain’t no Kid 'n Play

More like N.W.A

Fuck you kids gonna say?

Hola Hola aye

Oh God hold my trey pound

You rap clowns sit around in broad day

Broad Street Bully rap

Yo Kwest you took me back

To the scuffed trees and the Champion hoodies in black

I blacked out

Snap in a packed house

The gallon of Jack’s out

That stout got my passed out

You can’t take the word on the street from a bird on the wire

And you’ll never hear the truth in the church of a liar

Real men converse, you prefer to conspire

Give it a year you’ll be the first to retire

We don’t roll with snakes, we curse a pariah

You’re mad at your people over earthly desires

You don’t believe it?

Just peep the verses

Presidential, we roll deep as secret service

Too many niggas claim they O. G

But most of them won’t approach me

Catch me everywhere, my niggas like to play low key

I’m mostly surrounded by apes, gorillas

Out of a broken home so they label us hateful niggas

Never take a nation of mills, it takes a killer

On medication chasin' their pills with haze and liquor

Bad lieutenant in a black whip, black shottie

Dragging a safety net only 'cause we catch bodies

We act snotty and rap godly and clap loudly

They don’t want hardcore 'cause they fags probably

I don’t make shit to make you want to paint a canvas

I spit fatal language only to cause pain and anguish

Don’t bring drama to the old-timers

When it calls for a time you catch Alzheimer’s

And turn into Carl Thomas

I’ll pack a Llama

Separate the lions from llamas and alpacas if I pow pow at ya

Ali bumaye

Zoom by clappin' ya

Wound guys, the room guys, Mumbai massacre

Verse so raw I’m trying to tell ya

I’ll salmonella poison any these boys in the path of the craft

Lean on the Craftmatic

Paralyzed from ass to your calf

Half radish for half of the cabbage

Five and a half hours, dime bags is sour

Get twisted, niggas get high as the Comcast tower

Lifted

Like a dumbbell, inhale;

your lungs swell

Whiff of the piff bury the gun smell

Either you run well, the shells stick in you like a thumbtack

Pistol clip you like a thumbnail

Won’t get caught for a thumbprint

The lawyer eat the case like roast

Deploy you and your boy, ain’t payin' one cent

Hide your charms

Firearms, will rip through the bone and the marrow

It’s the Army of the Pharaohs

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