Paroles Tear It Up de Army Of The Pharaohs

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[Reef The Lost Cause]

Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly

When I was a buck, they had me locked up down in Buck's County

But I beat that wrap, you never catch me on a beat that's whack

I can't eat like that

Reef that cat who cock back, let the Desert hit you

When you thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell

You ain't ready, is you? I invest in every pistol

Aim on point like a steady missile

Heavy fiscal, I need that love, hundreds in dubs

Where the weed at? I need that drug, cause I'm addicted to it

Rhyme-boxes start spittin' fluid

When y'all do it, seem don't nobody listen to it

Love from Philly all the way to kids in Munich

Germany, I murder beats and add the difference to it

Word to Pazienza, smack your men's up, crack your limbs up

And leave you fucked up like a Latin's liver



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

So listen up

They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement

You know we in the place with the guns in our waist

Step through the door, tore the shit off the hinges



[Planetary]

This is the start of you dyin', Plan' spit with the heart of a lion

The belt of Orion wrapped around your neck with the iron

Pointed at your fuckin' chest, bitch niggaz is cryin'

I'ma reef the lost cause and we causin' the violence

We causin' the murder that causin' niggaz carryin' burners

We the cause and effect of life, it's hard to observe us

You don't understand, we got the upper-hand spittin'

First you need to over-stand, you soft like under-hand pitchin'

You could tell I'm a Pun fan when I'm spittin'

Rapper like me are hard to come by like coppin' Summer Jam tickets

You need to focus before you think or approach us

You scream "player" dog, we the coaches

Too ferocious, bo-guarded, every moment is precious

You niggaz is co-starrin', we the stars of this epic

Unveilin' the secret is more than fairy tales when we preachin'

This that '94 Boom Bap shit that we teachin'



[Chorus]



[Vinnie Paz]

Cut your head off, guillotine, Henry VIII style

Y'all remindin' me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile

I wanna see everybody in the place wild

Anybody move, buck 'em in they face "Blaow!"

I stay bent daddy night and day

Show 'em that I care when I send kites to Jay

It ain't nice, but it's right to say

It's real, when the cat gone, mice will play

It's ice today, but tomorrow you breathless

My team is on the same shit like collaborative efforts

We grab at your necklace, there's no other way

We bring it back to the East like we brother Jay

Any fuckin' day, you could come see us

North, South, West Philly, you don't wanna meet us

We some wild Puerto Ricans, Italians, Morenos

Fuck it! Let they brains blow



[Chorus]



[Outro]

They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement

They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement

They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement

They be scrapin' your cantaloupe off the pavement

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