Chief Kamachi:

Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap
Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arrowphat
Blood on the tower plaque,the power black
Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel pack
119 they blamed it on some Arab cat
I meditated, and left two towers flat
With they own, sectionated Egyptian power of rap
Little spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual
Don't let me start with the pump
pecked Faggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk
I got a passion, for putting bloody parts in the trunk It's The Messiah, never been a musical kump



Demoz:

The Colessium fiending, screaming “Demoz!”
They could see the pour-up from Europe to Lee-High
When they see I'm coming they running I keep nine
Shots for they stomach and face, eat five!
Never will I run from a case like a cheap guy
If I can't afford the lawyer, I'll burn him like deep fried
Undeveloped faggot, I'm classic like Levi's
Rap marathon I passed them like three times
Take my raps, still multiply by three times
All it takes from reverse to feed him is three lines
Peep my battle ability weet guy
If I can't walk over you nigga I leap high
Shoot looking down when I pass, you scream “Why!”
You bit my whole style with no teeth I reply…
You walking all task barefooted, my sneaks tied
Talking out your ass when you shouldn't, you speak lies

Planetary:

Whenever I say so we full court pressing ‘em
Hand on the rock and cross over like the rest of ’em
Who got the ratchet? I crack the pendulum
My adrenaline race,, the pace you trembling
My regiment take shots of bad medicine
Extinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen
Severus so far the best with the pen again
Venomous ink, paint the picture so elegant
Elevate my state, I'm high like a Pelican
Powerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton
Space niggas erase niggas irrelevant
Post-up prevalent, in my development
I make the case, so the dope can settle in
“Paz, there's no booze!” so we threw the kettle in
Pharaohs amongst the king, now that's tenement
You demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, “Send ‘em in!”

Crypt the Warchild:

Mind bender, line sender, time ender, pharoah front line member
The mic’s a divine emblem
Burning you, the blood doesnt trickle it sprays
I'm like the young again(?) and cool of with the sickle
When i stripped in the page
The centuries held down bars like penitentiaries
You entertain, its funny like Kevin James
Now stay in your fuckin' lane
Like Clark Kent, you get it mayne
Hip Hop's dead and you face the body
Full of wine and crackers like your wifey's dinner parties
I'm a pharoah, sword strung for battle
Murder for days like ken darrow(?)

Reef the Lost Cauze:

I ain't wit this rap shit dog, I'll literally kill
you
Put the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie D Williams
It works every time , I murk every line
It never gets easier, it hurts every time
I been the best, I got kids on the Internet Seeking my approval like they send a fucking a friend request Uh-
tonight, Go fuck your life
I chop off your head, and..
Up-chuck your rhymes
Barf, you know, vomit and such
You got no fans so you claim being popular sucks
That's called hating, you brain is all fake
And, I never sit down and eat with y'all
It's all bacon

Celph Titled:

Demons and gargoals, lions and wizards
We leaving ‘em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards
That’s what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya
Act like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors
Rap super star for now, hip-hop legend for later
Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator
So who's ill and who's not?
Who's popping and ooh-wop
Who's across for el chupacabra and Tupac?
Who else but you Celph?
No sandals on my shoe shelf
Just pellet gun leave a huge welt
Army of the Pharaohs never make love songs
We finger fuck bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on


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