Azrael (feat. Block Mccloud, Reef the Lost Cauze, Vinnie Paz & Crypt the Warchild)

Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
 If you live by the sword, you probably die by the gun
 Laugh now, cry later, why you hanging your head?
 Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death
 I'm the prince of darkness, reign over the kingdom of disaster
 Rhythm get smashed, fucked, like the children of a pastor
 Nigga, I'm bad luck, I'm misery, I'm your master
 Making you hang it up, like folks living in Alaska
 I'm rated, getting summer blinded, by the sun divine Damian
 In the front lines of Egypt, with the blood line of an alien
 I'm so defiant, the stone that broke Orion's dome
 Flow tyrant, hold the belt of Orion, I strode with giants
 The globetrotter, spit Goldschläger and molt' lava
 The old father of flows, there's no one that goes harder
 I'm the Al-Qaeda style writer, death's an inspirador
 A life of behind these walls, get caught in my lines of fire
 And expire, I'm the devil's pitchfork in the road
 I'll torture your soul, 'til you sell it for a fortune of gold
 The fortunes foretold, we all die, so live life to the fullest
 Live by the gun, die by the bullet, by the knife slicing your gullet
 Pharaoh
 Too blind to see the light, I envision blackness
 Live by the bloody hatchet, die from the dusty ratchet
 Back from the lake of fire, with my halo broken
 They want reality so I give 'em a fatal dosage
 Niggas acting real savage, but I barely notice
 I'm headhunting, so I ain't trying to lose my focus
 We the murderers,
 murderous, call the coroners
 Tell them to stop recording us...
 No more hope in 'em, box cutter open 'em
 This is uncut opium, for you to put your nose up in
 Got em overdosing, head-swelling, comatosing
 Overseas, so I'm posting bodies floating in the ocean
 Pharaoh
 Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
 If you live by the sword, you probably die by the gun
 Laugh now, cry later, why you hanging your head?
 Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death
 Don't be trusting in these rappers, look how poorly they acting
 Only seen guns bust, in Civil War reenactments
 Yeah we all took that class trip to Harrisburg or Gettysburg
 So spare your words, before you get embarrassed nerd
 Waiting for the day I'm catching you
 You could have MMA fighters protecting you, pussy I'm still wrecking you
 Your idol, the one you wish you could perform like
 Drop classic albums, you can't even get one song right
 A couple songs tight, but not cause you speaking on 'em
 It's cause the beat was banging, and had dope features on it
 It's Reefer on it, you got a rat's spine, a chicken's heart
 And a weasel's stomach, what are you?
 You little hog you, you fucking pig
 I split your wig, so what you on kid?
 Dope or dog food?
 This ain't a warning, this a promise boy
 Cause I'm your motherfucking daddy, and I won't raise a mama's boy
 Yeah my family hate you, we wilding
 I was chilling, but then y'all propagated the problem
 Let it wash over you, let you pray to the lion
 If the father disrespect me, the baby is dying
 Whats gon' happen when the inmates raid the asylum?
 It ain't one of you motherfuckers crazy as I am
 Killing you stupid motherfuckers is fish in the barrel
 High priest, the very temple, I am a Pharaoh
 Crypt the Warchild, the bow, I am the arrow
 I get under you skin, Lord, I am the marrow
 We could go gun for gun, battle for battle
 We could go son for son, mine is a Pharaoh
 Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
 If you live by the sword, you probably die by the gun
 Laugh now, cry later, why you hanging your head?
 Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death
 Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
 If you live by the sword, you probably die by the gun
 Laugh now, cry later, why you hanging your head?
 Plenty of time to answer to the angel of death