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Bust Em In (Feat. Apathy & Cel

Reef the Lost Cauze
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Stupid motherfuckers Run, duck and hide, die motherfucker, die Let 'em know Celph It's time to bust some heads in Let's go Oh yeah It is the army Brrrrrattt! Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up Uh-huh, you don't want beef because Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Yeah, A-U-T-P fresh nice and ice linked She won't feel it 'til after the punch like a spiked drink Sippin' Goose 'til my eyes pink, '95 live rings Real niggas survive things and die kings I can hear dead homies sayin' "Yo, you owe it to me" So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie You got a heart homeboy? Well yo, show it to me The flow's majestic, I spit a row of golden rubies I'm old school like roll a doobie Daddy-O, my hoes is groovy, paid my rent with dough from groupies A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project Nine milli' really only defense of my logic The shotgun just sits in the closet Waitin' for you fuckers to come and dip in my shit Nonsense, the weak could never stop a thorough Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up Uh-huh, you don't want beef because Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in I treat tools like bitches 'cause I always got a few biscuits And bust 'em in like kids from different school districts Y'all dipshits will get your spinal discs split Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick's lit Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit Runnin' through the Red Seas like an escaped slave And holdin' up the walls of water with my soundwaves Like what I was doin' during public execution Half human, half mutant, Ap was Peter Rasputin Gats shootin', shots ricochetin' off of my steel body A three-quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties A god walks the surface of the sun and won't melt feet 'Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat? Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up Uh-huh, you don't want beef because Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in Bust, bust 'em in I'm a five-star general, the motherfuckin' main man Flip a bird ho to swam me with the same hand And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays Cement mix in your IV, turn your anatomy grey Nobody badder than A, O-T-P not Treach with O.P.P I'm obsessed with O-C-E, a temperamental mental patient With cyberkinetic onboard computer integration One of rap's most innovative voices and flows In front of missile command buttons I Look around, all my choices just blow So now you should know, I'm the Don of braggadocio Flame throwin', I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keepin' that dojo name goin' So come down and sign up I'm trainin' soldiers to rhyme rough and get their punchlines up 'Cause you ain't fuckin' with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here Hahahahahahaha Yeah, A-U-T-P Pharaoh clique Philly to Beantown To Connecticut To fuckin' Tampa We worldwide baby Official Pistol Gang Brrrrrat!