Paul Nice - Luxor Temple lyrics

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Paul Nice - Luxor Temple lyrics

[Blacastan] The league of extraordinary gentlemen indeed And proceed to take the underworld under siege The most decorated, celebrated soldier on the scene The most underrated, overhated n***a on my team Black ops, black cops, falling on black tops And I pursue chasing suspects through back blocks A superhero shooting supernovas through my toaster Face on a poster, hiding out in Nova Scotia Break a mic over my knee, like Canseco kid Still wanted on the run like I'm Pecos Bill Spit quicker than a six shooter off of the hip With thicker chicks in Bermuda blowing coke off the dick Living the life of a pharaoh, in this modern day Babel f**in' too many b**hes could leave a n***a sterile My whole battalion, snatchin' olympic gold medallions Like old Italians, season they gravy with the scallions [Vinnie Paz] Official Pistol Gang click it and spark I swear y'all mother f**ers made b**hin' an art Vampire y'all mother f**ers stick through the heart I don't rap over beats Vinnie rip em apart I smell fear y'all was b**h from the start Y'all are sweeter than a fructose kiss in the dark I was here first I'm an aboriginal's thought I have poison on the pen like an indigenous dart My name Boxcutter, I'm about to christen em, lord Like a jail dude ima stick a shiv in em, lord Throw a left hook then I take a piss on em, lord Salt pepper ketchup everything I get in the store They say the Siciliano was wild nice I'm a keep em feeding every block like I'm fried rice Stupid rapper you could get punched in the eye twice You could never walk in my shoes or live my life [Apathy] This is tricknology trick trickle triple six Blood droplets and optics I'm sick I'll slit your wrists I'm wickeder than wicked witches or the wickedest men I scribble on period pads get a whiff of this pen I make pussies pop like ping pongs or s*utty who*es Muddy floors from the bodies I buried in bloody wars Blood in, blood out let em bleed out (repeat) Radar got em, I spotted em, shot at rocket at em Crushed em and forget em, in bottomless pits Places where the goblins exist we gotta get chips So we plot to rob all the rich I'm rotten, you b**h How you think I'm rocking these kicks I'm kickin it with Amon-Ra inside a rocketing ship This the power of ether, I'm like a towering creature Who figured out how to defeat ya, by devouring speakers I'm the pope of the pompous Smoking dope with the Pontiff Selling coke to Pocahontas I poked in the Oval Office [Esoteric] I'm a dragon, exhaling the flames k**ing, impaling the lames Demons are still in my brain The evilest militant gang Pharaoh clique, Talented, notorious I'll bust your motherf**in' sh** Slap boxing with oven mitts, I'm rugged with... words Cops they don't want me murdering the locals but they (but what?) Let me do it like Motorhead vocals, listen Right brain, left handed, I'm a perfect mess Mic's flames, don't touch it, it could burn your flesh I'd rather steer my Wagoneer past the pier To a certain d**h than have to hear about your rap career Got it? Everything I spit's got a golden seal Authentic furniture flow, yeah I'm sofa real Your day job is the only time you load the steel General Zod motherf**er, make opponents kneel I try to k** em off and make sure that they die But they keep coming back and I (Don't know why!) [Celph Titled] Flash the hammer at you in front of the nail shop (Is he crazy?) I want you dead so bad I'll sleep on them jail cots (I'll do it.) You in the hospital bed, I ain't satisfied I need you on the coroner table, ribs open wide Die for my respect til I'm laying on the pavement Knowing I got a job in Hell narrating for Satan They say I'm already that, nightmares, where Freddy at? Cutting fingers off until you tell me where the 'fetti at (Where's it at?) What good is alarm systems and guns If I blow up your house, like a petroleum spout Lock the coordinates in, f**er what I gotta aim it for? b**h a** rapper I was the first to pop your training bra(f*gget) Stay away from my dough, it ain't gluten-free My label got college interns that'll shoot for me b**h, boy you just a toy to me Strangle you with an extension wire and handle a b**h boy accordingly [Planetary] When I spit a little Let me excuse myself before the Crown Royal dribble And Crypt drive me to the hospital Ritalin couldn't calm me, we toastin' to the Army Capitol Hill, trill, man I'm shooting at your car keys Couldn't see the car seat, we had to pull the babies out, bomb Took the lady out, this what being zany bout M-80 shady out, shady like Em with the crazy mouth f** you, pay me this a paper route Outerspace caking out, out front of Outback Steakhouse Waiting for haters to pull them plates out Everything you got... mine Everybody hot... I'm Ready to machete them, cause petty n***as drop dimes Scoop enough coins though, rock this funky joint flow Wise and intelligent enough to let the horns blow Back like a cornrow, with pourin' liquor, so I In d**h Reborn alive and I (Don't know why!)

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