Contra Mantra
Army of the Pharaohs/Celph Titled/Crypt The Warchild/Esoteric
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Ugh, yeah, okay
A-O-T-P, ES, Celph Titled, what up? Ugh
I solemnly swear, this is my testimony
I'ma keep it one hundred while the rest are phony
I'm wildin' out like suicide is my mission
I ain't tryna be crucified by the system
You should take heed, I advise you to listen
Watch me break knees, I'm surprisin' my victims
The question remains, "Who am I when I'm spittin'?"
This me the MC, I ain't no new edition
My mind's a colosseum, I spit diamonds that glisten
The beat is my journal where these lines will get written
Been through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden
So back the fuck up when I'm removin' my fitted
You could never walk in these shoes you don't fit in
Y'all all say you're hot but that is just your opinion
Y'all can all die in the spot that you sit in
A-O-T-P, the underground has risen
All we do is pray 'til the game come back
That's why we sittin' here buildin', spittin' flame on tracks
So what you say don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait 'til God answer the call
All we do is pray 'til the game come back
That's why we sittin' here buildin', spittin' flame on tracks
So what you say don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait 'til God answer the call
It's such a pity, ain't nothin' pretty
Lyrics bury cats under one hundred fifty, tons of scum in the city
You say you poppin' bottles and stunnin' like Diddy
But your pockets be flatter than a model's stomach and titties
Why you frontin' like you rugged and gritty? Why I spit it so hot?
Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie and 'Pac?
I'm from that late nineties era where the Polo wasn't jig enough
But Gucci and Louis and Prada shit wasn't big enough
I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo
Y'all bring up the real like a J-Lo 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'll do more than end your whole career
So severe, beat you with a folding chair, listen
A-O-T-P's what the game's missin', ugh
All we do is pray 'til the game come back
That's why we sittin' here buildin', spittin' flame on tracks
So what you say don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait 'til God answer the call
All we do is pray 'til the game come back
That's why we sittin' here buildin', spittin' flame on tracks
So what you say don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait 'til God answer the call
Yo, yeah
Paper money, no, I wanna see that iron buck
They be Robin Hood 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 bodies in front of the student body, air 'em out
Beacon on my radar tellin' me where's your whereabouts? (Where?)
Magazine drums have your head bobbin'
Dead body nonstop, noddin' downhill in a toboggan
Shoot the Uzi through your house in Honolulu (Ooh, child)
I'll throw a pineapple grenade at your (Luau)
Am I conceited? Oh yeah, best believe it
Rap supervisor, pop up on lawns with firearms
True surpriser, you'll be rockin' an upside down visor
And it won't be a wack fashion trend either
More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony danglin'
My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous
All we do is pray 'til the game come back
That's why we sittin' here buildin', spittin' flame on tracks
So what you say don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait 'til God answer the call
All we do is pray 'til the game come back
That's why we sittin' here buildin', spittin' flame on tracks
So what you say don't matter at all
So we gon' sit here and wait 'til God answer the call
The takeover, Crypt, Es, and Celph
Get it correct
The takeover, Crypt, Es, and Celph
Y'all don't want none of it
The takeover, Crypt, Es, and Celph
Game's over
The takeover, Crypt, Es, and Celph
Y'all don't want none of it
Y'all don't want none of it
Y'all don't want none of it
Y'all don't want none of it
Y'all don't want none of it
Y'all don't want none of it
Y'all don't want none of it
A to the O-T-P
A to the O-T-P
Yeah, you see it
Say what? You see it
Bang your head against the wall, c'mon