Testi Ninkyo Dantai (Yakuza) - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, Celph Titled

Ninkyo Dantai (Yakuza)

My aura shine, a fourth design a fashionist\nOn another level, on another masterpiece\nYou can’t be a true force if you lacking heat\nIt can’t be a true song if it’s lacking me\nOrder is a physical reality\nArm, leg, leg, arm, head, think anatomy\nActually I am the second coming of the maccabee\nIt’s saturday night live, y’all part of the casualties\nFractionally I improve power to y’all\nI’ve ripped my heart out and moved mountains for y’all\nI am God, I am every single fountain to y’all\nY’all here’s a flower for y’all\nGot an extra clip on my hips so I can clip a hipster\nSchool a schoolteacher, my finger intrigued with the trigger\nHit a lick, flip a brick for the right fee\nHotel concierge, I swipe keys\nSorry, but I got a fetish for cabbage\nGot obamacare fiends that got medicine habits\nMy mucus will mutilate\nMy phlegm flies\nAnd flattens you flapping flailing\nFounders flipping off my dinner plate\nGrizzly bear appetite, get the fraction right\nPay me more, my negotiation tool be an at4\nLeave lames in the morgue\nOr dead bitch dissection getting brain from a whore\nYou aim, you gotta shoot, the squad be cannon-proof\nWhole clique’s insane, spit flames right out the booth\nPlaying fields locked cause the army’s back in\nUnderground king shit ever since back then\nIn death reborn we disassemble and reform\nShatter the status quo, breaking the norm\nElevating to a newer height\nGetting higher than the gas price\nIt’s metroid, flip the game with one life\nSpit shells that’ll pierce through any vest\nI’m a gamer that’s trapped in an nes\nI escape when they press reset\nThis life is too short, I play hard, no regrets\nI spend hours on a console chain smoking cigarettes\nBack before internet\nIn the days of dual tape cassettes\nMagnifiers melting all insects\nYou better run for the hills, got a tongue full of pills\nAnd a brain full of pain and a lung full of quills\nWith the poisonous tip all your boys will be hit\nI’m destroying this shit, I’m steroids when I spit\nYou jump into the void to avoid my clique\nI’m paranoid and sick, I’m bitch\nHere to save what the faggot rappers put in the grave\nCassette deck in my chest I’m harder than soundwave\nThe bold and the brave I would rather be cold in a cave\nHiding out than be sold like a slave\nName embroiled and engraved on an old gold blade\nBe afraid we could raid, foes homes you get slain\nI accept your surrender\nYo\nI’m known to behead a competitor, machete a predator\nWith the pen I black out like a ebony editor\nI’ve been deading rappers since kennedy was a senator\nRyan said 'em with obscenities my pen’s the offender\nI’m underhand to a black market, dismember a rap artist\nSell meth to damien, hearse don’t play me for a verse\nPay me for protection, I’ll mangle them in a session\nI’ll strangle them with a weapon, I dangle them from a ledge\nAn orangutan with a tec and I’m aiming, it’s my profession\nI put 'em in a box, rectangular dimensions\nA coffin so I can bury 'em off in a cemetery\nAnd talk like a barbarian\nCut 'em like a cesarean\nBonny and clyde shit with the lady at pompeii\nPaparazzi on me, got me feeling like kanye\nShoot past the camera, fly north to canada\nSamurai sword first class for the massacre\nBehold the legend, beheading rappers in seconds\nI’m deading half of your henchmen\nThe rest I’m bashing with weapons\nStop asking the question, the army coming\nHand grenades invade your party, dem or republican\nShoving faces in ovens\nHear the bass? It’s thumping\nOuterspace is outlaw, outlining your stomach\nOutshining the public\nOut rhyming and hustling\nYou out your damn mind, doubting you can’t fuck with it