Letra da Música Gorillas de Army Of The Pharaohs

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild]
Y'all get too close, I'ma squeeze the life out of you
You speak too loosely with your words, I'ma silence
you
You ain't a leader, dog, nobody'd die for you
You ain't a killer, dog, who the fuck lied to you
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me, I'ma stab your team up
Tryin' to get dough by me, I'ma snatch your cream up
'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between
us
Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off when I look in
my gun
I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son
I stop that, can't breathe, y'all wouldn't walk in my
shoes
I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
You can take the braggin', the boastin', add up the
passion devotion
The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in
the ocean
The Pharaohs packin' the potion, we back in action and
rappers are chokin'
Actin' like the smokin' cats, their backs will get
broken
And '96 was the year I started talkin' with Vinnie
Rockin' the city, talkin', really reppin' Boston and
Philly
Now you can find us, lined up with OS and QD
We flow fresh, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic
attack
Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach

[Chorus: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, we the realest, ain't nobody stoppin' the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us 'cause we turn your fuckin'
block into sand

[Verse 3: Apathy]
We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down
and Superho
Futuristic, new simplistic, sweatin' my computer flow
Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with
stainlesses
Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages
Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is
liquid
Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit
gets twisted
Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy
I charge junior high kids for a contact high
And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got, heat
cocked
The A-dot, o-dot, t-dot, P-dot

[Verse 4: Planetary]
Check, yo
Ever since Blood and Ashes life's slowly been
changin'
Catch me sweatin' every night, with my rosary,
prayin'
Meditatin', bathin' in blood, face full of mud
So grimy, tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug
Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun"
Playin' in the background when I'm embracin' my sons
It's like I'm huggin' Satan, though, they feel the
evil inside me
Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me
I'm stressed, blessed with a gift, I'm still tryin' to
make it
Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix
I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my
peoples, what!

[Chorus x2]