king among Kings

Chief Kamachi:
Yeah, uh
The dark arts
AOTP, yeah
Feel like the nineties right here dont it
Yeah uh uh, uh uh take em back
Yeah, yo
Chief Kamachi:
Yo Im a pharaoh my street magic been on deck
Im the north Philly Imhotep, you aint been no threat
Look at the walls to my lingual set
In the trim on the gold coffin where my demos kept
Its Kamachi my legendary status is earned
With the ashes of dead ******s from the Vatican burned
I dont care unless the murder of the Pope is concerned
Im +Violent By Design+ with the scope in the urn
You sweet wearing sequins stroking a perm
Im in the desert with fatigues tryna focus the germ
Yeah, and all you see is blocks of fire
Suicide bombers screaming what to *****
Yall tryna play heavenly angels
Get ya halos mangled, in the throat of ya saviour strangled
Enough to baffle your ears a little shrapnel from the chapel stairs
Vinnie Paz:
Ayyo my flow is pain
I feel nothing Im bleeding Novicane.
This is a soldier game **** em buck em blow his brain
I camel- clutch mics put ya ****in soul in flames
Take a hold of you and scold you with Jehovahs name
We ****in load and aim, ayyo Chief Kamach
Take these rappers and strangle em until they breathing stops
We talking **** and rocks, Desert Es and glocks
The only thing that make me happier is bleeding cops
I only **** around with ill rappers
My homie Celph got the heritage, stealth and all the ill clappers
You only mad cos your flame is dying
It aint hard to find you can catch me on the grind with Seamus Ryan
Esoteric:
Master builder
Rap British Bulldog boy ask Mathilda
Cats with the steel young god
The soul benders with uncontrollable tempers
Leave you dead in your Nikes like you was heavens scapegoat members
Yonder yo the, money folder with that funky odour
Dont get it twisted like Im speakin with the tongue of Yoda
You stay behind the voices like a ****-less thunder quoter
Im sayin **** the voices like a foreign country soldier
Shays worthy my family play dirty
We continue to diss you discontinue like a J-30
(Money wants you killed) Yo you better tell cuz
To rely on M-16s like D-12 does
Celph Titled:
Its the Army of the Pharaohs
Make a threat, youre hardly a scarecrow
We provide you with ammo knockin off your sombrero
So move back bandejo, you dealin with a lot of these guys
Who rock silk suits with Mafia ties
Im blazing hot, open my mouth, flames come out
Yous a snitch open your mouth, and names come out
So we gonna, hop your top off and brains come out
***** I thought you said you knew, what a gangsta bout?
Hang em out, these *****es is wet, leave em to dry
I do the work of the devil, Im a +hell of a guy+
Unload the MP5 and leave your studio sprayed
And have blood ******ing out ya head like Coolios braids
Doggy this is how we slaughter heads
Catch you sleepin stab you so deep the tip of the blade puncture your water bed
Cos Im the type to slice the skin on your back off
Come back a week later and slice the ** ********in scab off