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Jedi Mind Tricks Presents: Army of the Pharaohs - "Hollow Points" [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Army of the Pharaohs
Army of the Pharaohs
Performer
Demoz
Demoz
Performer
Doap Nixon
Doap Nixon
Performer
Planetary
Planetary
Performer
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Performer
Jedi Mind Tricks
Jedi Mind Tricks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Collazo
M. Collazo
Songwriter
J. Vargas
J. Vargas
Songwriter
V. LUVINER
V. LUVINER
Songwriter
K. Greene
K. Greene
Songwriter
D. Guerin
D. Guerin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hypnotist Beats
Hypnotist Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I would move heaven and hell and anything in between to get to you
You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you
And that's not bull, that's truth
I've went up against people
You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you
I'm coming forward
You'd have to shoot me to stop me
And if you don't kill me
You're stupid
'Cause the next time you see me
I will kill you
[Verse 2]
They call us gorillas, we brawling,  you in coffins with killers
You at the auction, I'm boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
**** I'm iller, count skrilla like casinos only C-notes and over
I'm a cancer **** no chemo
I'm dancing with satanic people, life is illegal
I'm heroine in the needle, my emotions are see through
I'm evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
Calm before the storm's Katrina ****, I'm drawn
Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
Dismantle is pleasant, turnin' Hell to my Heaven
I excel with my brethren, giving brith to nuclear weapons
I'm shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson
I'm close to perfection with rap **** I'm flawless
I'm God's light, the type to illuminated the darkness
Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plaques
The torch is lit, I scorch your clique, **** I'm back
[Verse 3]
If I ain't on my grind then I'm high trying to take your check
I done hustle on the hottest block and I ain't break a sweat
AK's and TEC's make them vacate a set
If he ain't trying to pay his debt then we gotta spray his neck
You get laid to rest **** this is Murderville
Now smell the essence in the L, **** is earth for real
Fuck a bitch, I'll leave a **** burn for real
Signed to the streets but the judge ain't served the deal
I just turn the wheel, hit 'em in the back pocket
Waiting for a pussy to creep, give you my best shot
Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I'm mangled
And I'm about to catch a mother fucking homicide
This bitch naked Karma got me going crazy and it's fucking hot
I don't wanna go away I'm like an addict in his fucking prime
Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
If there's tension in the room then you know it's coming from me
[Verse 4]
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official pistol gang
Pharaoh clique, a **** sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain
[Verse 5]
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official pistol gang
Pharaoh clique, a **** sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain
[Verse 6]
My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
Different question cousin same answer
Y'all mother fuckers made me scarp like I was Kane's dancer
But there's a method to my madness unusual still
They call my Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
We push a lot of everything but it's usually krill
We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
I thought a lot of destiny but it's truthfully real
That could make a warrior like Zeus if he's truthfully ill
I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
Where dirt bag drink from the same water he piss
It's Armageddon when I ball up the fist
It's God consciousness that started this remarkable gift
I was martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
I'm a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit
They just attacked you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip
[Verse 7]
**** try to hate, we don't hear the side talk
Them loud mouths, gotta hit 'em with the wide hook
Barak wants help, all my bodies buy 'em chalk
My **** upstate squared with the fried shock
This for y'all wild out when your cells' cracked
You know your time's short when they trying to send your mail back
We catch bodies for the love of the block
I collect shit, I got a hammer and a glove of a cop
So while you hugging model jaws I was hugging the block
One for the money two for the pop
Three for a rock yeah
Say I'm steamed when I'm pulling a scam quick
Old reservoir dogs, lay your grill on the canvas
Want to blow diesel but the game is sour
And you's a pussy where I'm from that's the name of a coward
So when you get your weight up, I'm already in power
Who wants war, my **** planes into towers
Pharaohs
[Verse 8]
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official pistol gang
Pharaoh clique, a **** sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain
[Verse 9]
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame
This'll hit the vein, the official pistol gang
Pharaoh clique, a **** sick, I'm quick enough to split your brain
Written by: D. Guerin, J. Vargas, K. Greene, M. Collazo, V. LUVINER
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