Hollow Points - Army of the Pharaohs, Vinnie Paz, Planetary

They call us gorillas, we brawlin', you in coffins with killers

You at the auction, I’m boss and smokin' cigars at the dealer

Nigga I’m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes and over

I’m a cancer nigga no chemo

I’m dancin' with satanic people, life is illegal

I’m heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through

I’m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn

Calm before the storm’s, Katrina nigga I’m drawn

Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants

Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven

I excel with my bredren, giving birth to nuclear weapons

I’m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson

I’m close to perfection with rap nigga I’m flawless

I’m God’s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness

Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plaques

The torch is lit, I scorch your clique, nigga I’m back

If I ain’t on my grind then I’m high trying to take your cheque

I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain’t break a sweat

AKs and TECs make 'em vacate a set

If he ain’t tryin' to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck

You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville

Now smell the essence of the L, nigga this is Earth for real

Fuck a bitch, I’ll leave a nigga burnt for real

Signed to the streets but the judge ain’t served the deal

I just turn the wheel, hit a back block

And wait for a pussy to creep, give him a back shot

Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I’m mangled

And I’m about to catch a motherfuckin' homicide

This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and this fuckin' high

Don’t wanna go away I’m like an addict in his fuckin' prime

Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money

If there’s tension in the room then you know it’s comin' from me

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame

This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang

Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame

This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang

Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain

My rap will give you fucking brain cancer

Different question cousin same answer

Y’all muh’fuckers made me scrap like I was Kane’s dancer

But there’s a method to my madness unusual still

They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill

We push a lot of everything but it’s usually krill

We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed

I thought a lot of destiny but it’s truthfully real

That could make a warrior like Zeus if he’s truthfully ill

I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss

Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss (hahaha)

It’s Armageddon when I ball up the fist

It’s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift

I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick

I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick

I’m a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit

That just attacked you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip (brat brat)

Niggas try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk

Them loud mouths, gotta hit 'em with the wide hook

Barack wants help, all my bodies buy 'em chalk

My niggas upstate squared with the fried shock

This for y’all wild out when your cell’s cracked

You know your time’s short when they trying to send your mail back

We catch bodies for the love of the block

I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop

So while you huggin' model jawns I was huggin' the block

One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock (yeah)

Say I’m steamed when I’m pullin' a scam quick

Ol' Reservoir Dogs, lay your grill on the canvas

The flow’s diesel but the game is sour

And you’s a pussy, where I’m from that’s the name of a coward

So when you get your weight up I’m already in power

Who wants war?

My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs

Hahahahahaha, AOTP!

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame

This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang (Pistolvanian)

Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change

One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame (faggot rapper)

This’ll hit the vein, the Official Pistol Gang

Pharaoh clique a nigga sicker, quick enough to split your brain