Battle Hymn

I travel underground, like the Goonies, with a bag full of uzis
 Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies
 My banger's on the waist, I never wave it around
 But I always chamber a round when there's strangers around
 Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max
 Never relax, study the facts, and stockpile gats
 Cause the sky's about to bleed blood out from the clouds
 This gas mask's in my backpack when walking through crowds
 The post-apocalyptic, optic fitted, with bionic circuitry
 Surgically planted perfectly, no way to word it verbally
 But extrasensory perception got me detecting
 Any cop or detective, intercept them, and stop them with weapons
 King syze bring it past, we like animal hawk
 The medical master of art, Heavy metal we smashin' your thoughts
 We upper lower, you rappers are technicians
 Undergraduates, I gotta dock you when it comes to rippin'
 Scientific, I was born from a different species
 In a fight you beat me, You gon' fight me every time you see me
 It's never over, Fuck syze it's King Kobra
 I'm brushing off my shoulders, spittin' ether plus we takin' over
 I'm gettin' older so I live by the new slogan
 That Philly shit, the barrel smoke will leave your head open
 It's open season on any rapper that wanna beef with'
 The Army of the Pharaohs, Yeah man we'll bring disease in.
 Don't hit me with the drama, don't approach me 'bout no B.I
 Cause I'm a Pharaoh king, and y'all ain't worthy of a reply
 Bodies I've caught decomposing on the seaside
 Catch me river dancing through the bloody waters, knee-high
 Mind state is cut throat, can't walk around deprived
 My team shut it down, and they access will be denied
 Crown royal status Puerto-Ricans, that's how we ride
 Nocturnal foes mesmerized by the streetlights
 One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries
 For the haters I've murked, they would love to see me die
 Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy
 Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by
 I got a lot of hate, I got to learn to love, stop the date
 But some days I would rather murder the populate
 Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates
 Who knows what the future holds, gotta watch and wait
 I can't function clear, keep a ton of guns and beer
 I never sweat it, I get arrested like once a year
 My gun big as two guns, you should cover your ears
 Believe half of what you see and nothing you hear
 Nobody listens, I got a lot of ground to cover
 Bullets go in one ear and out the other
 Tucked the weapon in, kicked his face
 In the blood pool like give him a taste of his own medicine
 Impeach the president, I'm pulling out my ray-gun
 Chuck D's greatest line and y'all ain't even thank him
 Y'all ain't on my radar, horrible like Hagar
 Mos Eisleys flow, beats banging on the space bar
 Haters get mad, start banging on the spacebar
 Flip over the desk, ought to take it up with HR
 Your bitch give Bad Brains, like she work for H.R
 I be where the rays are, you wonder where the weights are
 I'm a cannibal, you cats wonder where the plates are
 I know that I'm immortal why you wonder where the gates are
 I Cold Crush your Brother like Grandmaster Caz
 Paz work with the.45 like Lakim Shabazz
 I'm from the east coast nigga but I'm still loked out
 I grew up inside the crack house, my mom just smoked out
 You know the kid with the bummy kicks
 Holes in his jeans same shirt chillin on some bummy shit
 Yeah that was me though attracted to the metal like magneto
 Sneakers started talking like ay bandito
 Got my own never borrowed or begged for shit
 Now it's on cause I'm rolling with the Pharaohs legit
 Tired of rappers always rhyming that bullshit
 Catch at you at your CD signing, with a full clip
 Now, how you feel about the Pharaohs and the Demigodz?
 That's what I thought nigga, because we large and in charge
 Keep shooters on stash, move and they blast
 Refugees that came on an intertube with a gat
 Rubix Cuban [?], but you will respect the handle
 Spin checks on Windex so I shine the chrome enamel
 I throw hands with the devil so ain't much to fear after
 Bitches cry over me, I'm a top tier rapper
 American Idol with a wet wipe for you desperate housewives
 Firecracker go off from my brick, the whole house white
 And I will outright say that you sorrow
 I write your favorite writer that you base your style off of
 I'll let the Tec blast in ya, if the check cash finish
 Shells give you a turtle-face, make ya back splinter
 With the semi-automatic, sipping henny in the attic
 Spitting heavy with the God of the Serengeti blasted
 Fasted, 'till I downloaded the attachment
 The hunger came back, now I'm eating like a savage
 Walking through the labyrinth, imagining it's Nazareth
 Throwing more stones at the throne, lone catalyst
 Puff puff pass it, that ain't ever been me
 Only had the urge to annihilate the emcee
 Used to ride the ten-speed, and copped the top ten sneaks
 Never thought I'd be in Budapest counting ten Gs
 But it all makes sense to me
 Pharaoh clique sick man we thick more than ten feet
 If I ain't heard of y'all rappers then you gotta be soft
 That's the reason why I talk about the bodies I caught
 Bodies in north, New Haven down to New York
 If it's a fight they put in front of me, it's gotta be fought
 They got me in court for carrying the burner on the waist
 My lawyer is an animal, he murdering the case
 Boombox hardbody murdering the tape
 I'll take your fucking heart like a burglar on a date
 I'm magic with the four-fifth, perfect with the eight
 I lavish with the lyricals, superlatives is great
 Mash a motherfucker out, tourniquet his face
 Jheri-head rappers ain't assertive as the great, yeah!