Artist: Army of the Pharaohs Album: Ritual of Battle Song: Black Christmas Typed by: email@example.com [Planetary] Put me in the booth and I'll brodie your wave files You still getting booed at the open mic like 8 Mile You still actin' like spoken word is serious I laugh at you fag-niggas with dyed hair and pierced lips What kinda nigga from the hood is you? I could name fifty niggas that's as good as you But a nigga like Plan man I'm better than all of 'em I make em quit, how their baby moms' is callin' for em Askin me where they baby pop at That nigga he at the scene cleanin' my White Sox hat, bitch! I tell em call you back in a minute Cause when he finish he gotta brush my dunks so vintage I'm in this rap game for the spinach My food-for-thought is like serving fresh lettuce to niggas I'm the chef and I'm cooking up Def Jams Broad street bully cut the check for ten grand [Doap Nixon] I made a promise that I never get high I ain't scared of death, I'm scared to live wantin' to die Cause the one-twenty opened my eyes The Koran molded me The Bible told me what's in disguise But, I broke nights like they need to be fixed I had a thought pattern process pattern that D and B's rich But, the block chirped hid work in the trash-can I rip a nigga off and lay low in the badlands (Let me get that, nigga) Stay bent off of what poppy done sold me We all forced to hold heat, smokin the gold tree So knowledge knowledge till the seven-fifteen-four Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Reef the Lost Cauze Kamach, my nigga Crypt and Demoz Apathy, Celph Titled and King Syze We all 'bout to put this game in a frenzy And the chain's slight frost like the air in the Benzy [Chorus: Demoz] I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin' me by You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine on Black Christmas, I need a Gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas, Nigga look at me little B My peeps askin' me why I'm a G this is me, so please wrap me a nine on black Christmas I need a gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas [Des Devious] Yeah, yo, it's incredible the most How a nigga flow just come so easy Child's play with me home boy, please believe me The way I formulate on time with metaphors lines and punch lines Some times the shit amaze me Fall back with a spliff and admire my shit Don't need you, got enough people on my dick I speed through, breathe life on a track so slick With sick shit, time's money so I must move quick Epitome of rap Never been clapped never been slapped Just one time, cold winter day in '79 I catch that jock, and I'mma beat him till my arm's numb And stomp him like Lars did that drum on one, motherfucka! [Demoz] I once heard The Art of War is don't start a war So I don't think you wanna ride like a carnivore I mean carnivore, excuse my French I'm on the floor The bruisin' wet got me feelin' like I took a hallucinate Blue is bent, L-Y who the truest yet Blew the inf, brain fragments flyin' through the fence Stupid is as stupid does I ain't stupid cause I rap like a motherfuckin' animal my blueish blood Never spills, I wrap my hand around the bluest steel Blew is grill like foremen and informers know who I kill Ill, now get outta my face Sorry officer, me no hablo ingles Let me offer you, food for thought on the plate Once you know the block hot you hit the fire escape Get in get out, hit liars and snakes, Your birthday only day you rely on the cake nigga! [Chorus: Demoz] I can feel a breeze through the leaves when D's passin' me by You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine on Black Christmas, I need a Gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas, Nigga look at me little B My peeps askin' me why I'm a G this is me, so please wrap me a nine on black Christmas I need a gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas [King Magnetic] Army of T.P., honor of street thieves The harmony of harm done to a beast-beat I execute from hook to hook like a nice jab And pain from pushers squeeze like my wife's hand Slight tan, my homie Muslim like Fife's man Pillow of Kush as if the Kush is my life span My product slip through the right hands like white sand Those I kill for can count on my right hand Beef handled like blades in knife factories Cut coke, cut bum niggas like nutso This ain't a movie clip, it's a jewelry stick Ever see me runnin' You'll have to be like, "Who'd he hit?" You knew he Vic, shit, you still trusted hit Know a lotta robbers from bids, still fuck wit them That don't mean they up in my crib, I'm still hustlin' Anniversary nine-elven we still suffering! [Vinnie Paz] I'm a mutherfuckin' monster, everything I'm spittin' is all real Take a good look in my trunk and it's all steel (Yeah) Ain't nobody in control it's Allah's will The other trunk ain't filled with diesel, it's all krill Arm leg leg arm head when the gods build You the first devil with a plate when the hog's killed You the first one to run from the war You the first one to run from Vinnie's gun when it draw (Brat, brat!) I left your whole team deaf when I spoke Then I put your whole entire fuckin set in the yolk Yeah, we ain't the motherfuckin set to provoke Or else the last thing you see the fuckin deck of a boat! Brat, brat! Hahaha!