Chords for Jedi Mind Tricks Presents: Army Of The Pharaohs - "Seven" [Official Audio]

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_ [Db] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ [Ebm] Yeah, yo, uh.
A lot of rappers try approaching the Omen, my poems will punish the [Db] people while I'm
up at the [Abm] podium, barrel folding them like [Db] washclothes again.
I'm a [Ebm] vulture when the flow go choke again.
Broke, I leave most of them, slow I keep my motion in, eye on the prize.
I silence the vibes with [Db] lyrics making scientists [Abm] cry, making the secret [Db] society expose they [Ebm] purpose.
Making them unleash info and explode in my surface.
I'm taking my time to purpose, rap entity earthless.
It's show time, there's [Db] no time, be ready when the [Abm] curtains split.
I'm hurting [Db] shit, too powerful for [Ebm] painkillers.
On the concrete jungle we walk like trained gorillas.
Untamed, man, my niggas is Kane.
Cool G, [Db] Rakim, combine into one [Abm] frame.
We like the new [Db] mecca of immaculate [Ebm] rappers.
Vinny Paz, Carter Goonz, now we back with the clappers.
Yo, remain silent, kill them with what I mentally says.
Bloody fez, [Db] chokey like an Indian [Abm] res.
Watch, [Db] animal turd, sick with a [Ebm] cannibal smirk.
Welcome, it's where the murderers work.
It's my mind that makes sure that the sun can work.
Scorched bodies, [Db] leave all of your gunmen [Abm] hurt.
Feral [Db] sultans create a serious [Ebm] cult jam.
In my hand is where the tears of the pope ran.
They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam.
I'm [Db] in heaven with the angels, [Abm] smoke grams.
You [Db] need God, that's why the earth [Ebm] so damned.
International, [B] trying to get my flow banned.
They're cool if I don't kick these prayers.
A [Db] lot of floods and famines gonna hit these [Bbm] sheds.
Kamaki back on the chapel stands, open the [Ebm] clouds.
Let the thunder clap your ears.
You wanna put your money up, then motherfucka, then put it.
For your family's sanity, [Db] man, I wish that you [Abm] wouldn't.
Niggas got nice [Db] flows, just don't know where to put [Ebm] it.
And I know your whole life, your raps are edited footage.
And y'all mixtape niggas couldn't see my plateaus.
All up in my [Db] presence while y'all acting [Abm] bashful.
King size [Db] cats in any clip, they rap [Ebm] flow.
Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows.
From city to city, intersection to section, with you reflexin'.
[Db] Wizard without a weapon, I'm always [Abm] steppin'.
Never scared, but [Db] always and forever prepared.
[Ebm] Yeah, the ones who drink gas, man, it's Revenant years.
You now rockin' with the phallus clickin', the continent, total dominance.
Squads of [Db] prominence, and my prime-like [Abm] optimist.
Stand in [Db] astonishment at this [Ebm] conglomerate.
In access to evil, I know where Osama is.
He down at Camp David, down and dirty like a damp basement.
[Db] The champ must demand [Abm] greatness from himself [Db] or be another contender.
[Eb] There's hundreds [Ebm] of niggas dead left under the river.
From the days of slaves to hurricanes and all lanes.
See my people's graves [Db] floatin' amongst the waves.
[Abm] It's hell to pay, [Db] but the devil don't take [Ebm] texts.
I try to send a message to God, his phone don't take texts.
I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge.
Times is hard, [Db] homie, why I took them dollars?
[Abm] Man, my mama [Db] got a mortgage, and my [Ebm] little baby sister need books for college.
I rob all y'all.
And y'all, they want the hood ahead, so they call me first.
I get them rappers [Db] Gatorade, cause they ball with thirst.
[Abm] Uh, this is [Db] more than music, but these [Ebm] niggas is mad trash.
That's why the stores refuse them.
I'm out Georgia, went straight to the block.
I'm seeing cats, [Db] motorcycling, dog, I'm doing the WAP.
[Abm] I'm an OG, I [Db] call my tire niggas a WAP.
[Ebm] Though they papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block.
I love them, uh.
Hand to hand, see your hands ache.
I drunk so much [Db] syrup, dog, I stopped eating [Abm] pancakes.
Your niggas [Db] cool, dog, mine's absurd [Ebm] hot.
Stop frontin' like you's a killer, money a nerve shot.
Don't use a Paxil, nigga.
Dumpin' Zoloft and coffee.
[Db] AOTP with exhaust [Abm] speed.
Can't keep it [Db] good, cause I'm blingin' with [Ebm] Fs.
But I got my mind right, so swing this shit to the clap.
I had 24 hours to live.
24 hours, give me 24 [Db] seconds.
Then I'm driving off a [Abm] bridge.
Broke a rib, no [Db] windshield.
Covered in kerosene.
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Gasoline tank filled to the top.
Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces.
No priest strong enough to take me out [Db] of my zone.
I broke [Abm] Jesus.
Choke niggas who [Db] swill.
Rob niggas who [Ebm] steal.
Kill niggas who kill.
I'm too [B] sick for a pill.
Man, these niggas ain't real, they real fake.
They say they a [Db] man, but they fuckin' with real snakes.
[Bbm] That's when you put them in the trunk with they grill tape.
Whip in reverse, [Ebm] then run into a steel gate.
I'm a [B] suicide driver.
Never been a liar.
If [Ebm] I don't kill you [Db] later, I'ma kill you mañana.
You [Bbm] don't want no problems.
You don't want no drama.
Nigga, I'ma take [Ebm] a trip with your baby mama.
Suicide driver.
You better cross your T's, cause we'll dot your I's.
You can say that you [Db] specialize, but pharaohs will [Abm] optimize.
Backstage, [Db] you'll get a bitch back smack [Ebm] there.
The Mac playing like 30 South Pimp Slap clap snares.
Holy paragraphs.
What kind of shit is that?
I'm Jesus in the flesh, [Db] so this is motherfuckin' Christian [Abm] rap.
You're just Christmas [Db] rap.
Must be the secret [Ebm] Santa.
My reindeer, Amy, appears here with the antlers.
I made them go easy and called off the wolves on my [Db] AOTP radio CB.
[Abm] Cause y'all ain't worthy [Db] of grenades and [Ebm] RPGs.
Slit throat, opiate float with sardines and seaweed.
Cause this is CE, LPH, demonic symphony.
Listen [Db] to the hell we made.
[Abm] And a year before your [Db] kid's 10th birthday came,
[Ebm] you didn't have to wait for candles on a cake to see the non-flame.
Inspector G, my clip clap at you incessantly.
I lay back [Db] and drink alcohol [Abm] excessively.
It ain't a rap, [Db] but that's a lot of the data's testing [Ebm] me.
I got the grease of being [B] ignorant and [Ebm] weaponry.
A 40 ounce of Dutch Master is the recipe.
That's my shit [Db] there, that'll be the death [Abm] of me.
Give me your death [Db] mask, better yet a [Ebm] effigy.
I understand the math of death and [B] its complexity.
I understand how you was [N] fatherly murdered.
I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church.
But understand and recognize that I'm cursed.
With the ability [Abm] to edge your fucking lives [Ebm] with a verse. _ _ _ _ _
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