Dead Shall Rise

We were willing to die for an ideal
And we would die for it again
But we prefer living for it, working for it
Safeguarding it

AOTP, we above the law
See the cops start running
Nigga call the dogs
They can't see me, I throw that Molotov
And clear the whole field out
Nigga call the gods

I don't give a fuck about you
I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you
Chase the driver that's trying to save you
And lace 'em with the scalpel
Break your Adam's - apple and clap
You and leave you mangled
I'm not the asshole claiming Philly
I'm blowing up the fucking castle
Fuck pity and mercy I'm
Thirsty for the title
Kill your vitals with verses, curses
And hearses move 'em like Vinny Idol
Take Vinnie and Planet
Mould 'em inside a bowling ball
Launch em against the way you claim you carry
Break your shoulders off
Just for showing off you're stupid
I don't threaten niggas, I really do this
Squeeze the juice out of
You like embalming fluid burn his lid
Barbecue 'em and fuckin' burn his ribs
Throw the dress away with the evidence
Burn a fucking wig

I got plans for your murder and
I'm ready to discuss em
You're ready to die? Tell God I said
"Fuck him"
Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard
Bullets are free throw
Silencer is the point guard
Said you was a crook but you
Ain't busting no lead homes
Only jack you pulling is
Connected to some headphones
The sound of the clap
Louder than several operas
My sitcom screaming "I'm gonna kill
You" across the Teleprompter
Yes I'm sick fuck the Zicam and Zyrtec
How you gonna fight man
When y'all resemble Smurfette?
Stretch your neck till your
Head meets your ass
I'll beat your dad dead now
He's a deadbeat dad

Nothing is ever promised
Especially your life I demolish
Too many niggas claim street but
Wouldn't last in the projects
Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap
With no money black why you gotta act? I be
Screaming where the money at?
I never understood your hood mentality
Man you still selling weed on the block dog
That's blasphemy
That's embarrassing, you nickel and dimin'
A small cut off a bundle
And you thinking you shinin'
I could rumble in the jungle and
Tussle with all the lions
My hustle could turn to rustle
But for now I'm survivin' living
My kids are chillin' and I'm
Whippin' the new boy
It ain't a Maybach but it's
Better than your toy

AOTP, we above the law
See the cops start running
Nigga call the dogs
They can't see me, I throw that Molotov
And clear the whole field out
Nigga call the gods

I'm a motherfucking warlock
Get your jaw popped by the raw rock
Use your tongue as a doorstop
With your face I floor mop
Get your pores popped
Like a dermatologist, I'm wildin' with
Thugs who go in your mouth like Polident
I body shit, I ruin you homes
Turn your studio session into a funeral home
Two in your dome
Got young bucks who buck for us
Homie follow the laws of God
And Chuck Norris aOTP
We in good company
Screamin', "We the fuckin' world champs"
Like we Chase Utley
My whole fam-o, tuck in the gauge
Bustin' them K's
Have your block sounding like
The Mummers Parade

I've been catching fucking bodies
For twenty years
From eating motherfuckers on the street
Up to bloody tears camouflage backpacks
Tims and some money wares
Now these rap faggots fucking
Sweeter than Gummy Bears
This isn't simple arithmetic
This is ancient math
Make you lose your face in Jehovah
Jay Hova like you was Damon Dash
I take a fucking machete and
Cut your brain in half
You're fucking with something deadly
And Vinnie Satan laughs
I'm the greatest rapper alive the Vin bias
Cause I ain't get my chance to shine
Call me Len Bias
I'll be patiently waiting for you
If men try us
I don't call it writing no more
I call it a pen virus

You faggot mixtape rappers I
Should snap your throat
Bunch of tracks cracking jokes
'bout crack and coke (release the Krakken)
Ap is the crackers last hope
Honkey Kong fuckin' bitches
Leaving mattresses broke
If the condom break I'mma tell
The bitch to abort
I'm like the sniper on the roof
Looking out for the stork
Little dogs getting shanked for
A box of Newports
There ain't a jail that could
Hold me cause Ap teleports
Skipping court on the porch
With the criminal sorts
You was usin' couch cushions
Buildin' living room forts
Your mom's pouring yayo on my dick to snort
I only rock a halo to
Hide horns and pitchforks