Azrael

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 bulle

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

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

What's 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