Testi Serpent King - Army of the Pharaohs, Celph Titled, Planetary

Serpent King

Prolifical writers; I write with the mind of a lifer\nOn the block with his seed, stashing coke in his diapers\nI’m MacGyver: I can make a pen out of a lighter\nPharaoh clique: there’s no crew strong enough to fight us\nI’m tryn’a live long enough to catch arthritis\nOn a rocking chair, talking 'bout the wonderful years\nHow we dominated this sport and ended careers\nDeparting your frame like Shaka Zulu wilding with spears\nI’m a general with spikes on my military gear\nBodies is caught but I don’t do tattoo tears\nI’ve been deening for years, look at the length of the beard\nConfirming your fears, the Army of the Pharaohs is here\nSnipe the Celph Titled mascot\nYou still can’t assassinate my character\nSo go ahead, I’ll eradicate your exterior\nWith a furious anger\nTeflon bed-sheets be my security blanket\nIf I’m off my rocker, then I might launch a rocket (in ya)\nMama said I’m tall but I got a short temper\nOutrun a hyena and take home a cougar\nNot the bat cave, the Depot where there’s Chrome computers\nAnd the gun is in the drawer\nWould have fucked your bitch raw\nBut the bitch had a fungus in her drawers\nSo 'Don't Worry Be Happy', on some Bobby McFaggot shit\nI got a ratchet chick that stay reloading my ratchet clips\n.44 magnum flow spitters; volcanic\nBody shots rock your block on a cold canvas\nPlatinum bars, I achieved a gold standard\nAdamantium frame, I’mma have to soul-snatch it\nNine-inch nails plunged in my bloody hands\nI walk on water, kick through the grains of sand\nSniff clouds, take sips of the acid water\nThrow lightning bolts, I ain’t talking Harry Potter\nLeave your limbs exposed, I ain’t talking Gary Carter\nSick thoughts in my head, then I family harbor\nSo let me get this moment of clarity\nI am out for paper, no time for charity\nSame shit: catching bodies on the regular, pa\nNo mercy; you can’t hurt me. I’m deading you, dawg\nI’m a different level devilish type\nHeavy metal settle right into the ghetto at night\nBreak bone marrow, bow and arrows, clone pharaohs, we so sharp\nBoast battles we throw shrapnel in yo' castle\nYou can bring it we just products of that Olde English\nFire extinguisher rap, now watch your flames diminish\nI get spinach till the day I finish\nThere’s no limits to the lyrics man, I just replenish\nI’m a menace in the way I’m like a five-percenter\nCause 95% of y’all niggas is popping never\nI’ve been locked in the basement windows blacked out\nFeel like Black Hawk Down with the enemy around\nAin’t no harder than patience; every little move’s like a\nHair trigger, waiting for the bullets to surround me\n'The Devil made him do it'\nI can hear my family on that bullshit\nSaying I was lost to the darkness\nUsed to keep me fluid, but lately I’ve been tired of the L\nSo I started making all of yous a target\nI’m strapped for the Rapture\nNothing in this world means\nNothing when it spins to the sound of the barrel\nNow my Jacqueline Onassis 'Camelot' living\nWas a dream till the King realized he was a pharaoh\nI’m here to remind y’all\nI’mma keep it raw\nTill the day I get boxed in the dirt with the worms\nI’ve already been lied to\n«Stick to the script» is what I tell 'em\nRight before I make the whole world burn