Army Of The Pharaohs - Contra Mantra Lyrics

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[Verse Two - Esoteric]

It's such a pity, ain't nothing pretty,

Lyrics bury cats under 150 tons of scum in the city,

You say you poppin' bottles and stunnin' like Diddy?,

But your pockets be flatter than a models stomach an' tittys,

While you frontin' like you rugged an gritty, why I spit it so hot,

Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie an Pac,

I'm from that late 90's era where the Polo wasn't jig enough,

A Gucci and Louie and Prada shit wasn't big enough,

I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo,

Y'all bring up the rear like a JLo convo,

No they don't want no beef, they all want their teeth,

I may go Bronco, so lay low pronto, chief,

Four albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career,

They all bang battle, I do more than end your whole career,

So severe, beat you with a foldin' chair, listen,

AOTP's what the games missin'

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[Chorus]

[Verse Three - Celph Titled]

Yo, Yeah

Paper money, know I wanna see that iron bucked,

They be robbin' hoods, so I keep that fryer tucked,

Try to have these props taken from me?

You end up red and blue like a female cop on they monthly,

Dumpin' student bodys infront of the student body, air em out,

Beacon on my radar tellin' me where's ya whereabouts? (where?),

Magazine drums, have ya head bobbin',

Dead body nonstop noddin' downhill in a toboggan,

Shoot the Uz through ya house in Honolulu (Ooh wow),

I'll throw a pineapple grenade at ya, (Luau),

Am I concieted? Oh yeah best believe it,

Rap supervisor, pop up on lawns with fire arms,

True surpriser, you'll be rockin an upside-down visor,

And it won't be a whack fashion trend neither,

More like Suge Knight-Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony dangalin',

My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkary famous

[Chorus]

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