Chief Kamachi:nnYo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's napnWoke up in a cave on the top of Mount ArafatnBlood on the tarot pack, the power blacknStreet mystic get you twisted with your barrel packedn119 they blamed it on some Arab catnI meditated, and left two towers flatnWith they own, section 8 Egyptian power rapnLittle spump, sparkling bump, no spiritualnDon't let me start with the pump, peckednFaggot preacher pluck a heart for the punknI got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunknIt's The Messiah, never been a musical kumpnnDemoz:nnThe Colosseum fiending, screaming Demoz!nThey could see the pour-up from Europe to LehighnWhen they see I'm coming they running I keep ninenShots for they stomach and face, eat five!nNever will I run from a case like a cheap guynIf I can't afford the lawyer, I'll burn him like deep frynUndeveloped faggot, I'm classic like Levi'snRap marathon, I passed them like three timesnTake my rap skills multiply by three timesnAll it takes from my verse to beat him is three linesnPeep my battle ability weak guynIf I can't walk over you nigga I leap highnShoot looking down when I pass, you scream Why!nYou bit my whole style with no teeth I reply...nYou walking all task barefooted, my sneaks tiednTalking out your ass when you shouldn't you speak liesnnPlanetary:nnWhenever I say so we full court pressing 'emnHand on the rock and cross over like the rest of 'emnWho got the ratchet? I crack the pendulumnMy adrenaline race the pace you tremblingnMy regiment take shots of bad medicinenExtinguish the game like distinguished gentlemennSeverus so far the best with the pen againnVenomous ink, paint the picture so elegantnElevate my state, I'm high like a PelicannPowerful punchlines puncture through your skeletonnSpace niggas erase niggas irrelevantnPost-up prevalent, in my developmentnI make the case, so the dope can settle innPaz, there's no booze! so we threw the kettle innPharaohs amongst the king, now that's tenementnYou demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, Send 'em in!nnEsoteric:nMind bender, line sendernTime ender, Pharaoh front line membernThe mic's a divine ember burning younThe blood doesn't trickle, it spraysnI'm ????nFor centuries, held down bars like penitentiariesnYou entertain, it's funny like Kevin James,nnow stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man?nHip-hop's deader than Vince LombardinIt's full of whine and crackers like your wife's dinner partiesnI'm a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battlenRunning with apes like Ann DarrownReef!nnReef the Lost Cauze:nnI ain't wit this rap shit dog, I literally kill emnPut the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee WilliamsnIt works every time, I murk every linenIt never gets easier, it hurts every timenI been the best, I got kids on the InternetnSeeking my approval like they send a fucking friend requestnUh..Denied, Go, fuck your lifenI crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymesnBarf, you know vomit and suchnYou got no fans so you claim being popular sucksnThat's called hating, your brain is all vacant,nI'd never sit down and eat with y'all, it's all baconnnCelph Titled:nnDemons and gargoyles, lions and wizardsnWe leaving 'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzardsnThat's what Celph Titled rhyming will get yanAct like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissorsnRap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for laternLeave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonatornSo who's ill and who's not? Who's popping and ooh-wopnWho's a cross between El Chupacabra and Tupac?n(Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelfnJust a pellet gun leave a huge weltnArmy of the Pharaohs never make love songsnWe finger fuck bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on