Chief Kamachi:      Yo the Pharaohs back, less than an hour's nap   Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat   Blood on the tarot pack, the power black   Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed   119 they blamed it on some Arab cat   I meditated, and left two towers flat   With they own, section 8 Egyptian power rap   Little spump, sparkling bump, no spiritual   Don't let me start with the pump, pecked   Faggot preacher pluck a heart for the punk   I got a passion for putting bloody parts in a trunk   It's The Messiah, never been a musical kump      Demoz:      The Colosseum fiending, screaming "Demoz!"   They could see the pour-up from Europe to Lehigh   When they see I'm coming they running I keep nine   Shots for they stomach and face, eat five!   Never will I run from a case like a cheap guy   If I can't afford the lawyer, I'll burn him like deep fry   Undeveloped faggot, I'm classic like Levi's   Rap marathon, I passed them like three times   Take my rap skills multiply by three times   All it takes from my verse to beat him is three lines   Peep my battle ability weak guy   If I can't walk over you nigga I leap high   Shoot looking down when I pass, you scream "Why!"   You bit my whole style with no teeth I reply...   You walking all task barefooted, my sneaks tied   Talking out your ass when you shouldn't you speak lies      Planetary:      Whenever I say so we full court pressing 'em   Hand on the rock and cross over like the rest of 'em   Who got the ratchet? I crack the pendulum   My adrenaline race the pace you trembling   My regiment take shots of bad medicine   Extinguish the game like distinguished gentlemen   Severus so far the best with the pen again   Venomous ink, paint the picture so elegant   Elevate my state, I'm high like a Pelican   Powerful punchlines puncture through your skeleton   Space niggas erase niggas irrelevant   Post-up prevalent, in my development   I make the case, so the dope can settle in   "Paz, there's no booze!" so we threw the kettle in   Pharaohs amongst the king, now that's tenement   You demand sin, and get the pen, and Cryp, "Send 'em in!"      Esoteric:   Mind bender, line sender   Time ender, Pharaoh front line member   The mic's a divine ember burning you   The blood doesn't trickle, it sprays   I'm ????   For centuries, held down bars like penitentiaries   You entertain, it's funny like Kevin James,   now stay in your fucking Lane like Clark Kent, you get it man?   Hip-hop's deader than Vince Lombardi   It's full of whine and crackers like your wife's dinner parties   I'm a Pharaoh, swords drawn for battle   Running with apes like Ann Darrow   Reef!      Reef the Lost Cauze:      I ain't wit this rap shit dog, I literally kill em   Put the Colt 45 to your lips like Billie Dee Williams   It works every time, I murk every line   It never gets easier, it hurts every time   I been the best, I got kids on the Internet   Seeking my approval like they send a fucking friend request   Uh..Denied, Go, fuck your life   I crump-up your head, and up-chuck your rhymes   Barf, you know vomit and such   You got no fans so you claim being popular sucks   That's called hating, your brain is all vacant,   I'd never sit down and eat with y'all, it's all bacon      Celph Titled:      Demons and gargoyles, lions and wizards   We leaving 'em hard-boiled and frying they gizzards   That's what Celph Titled rhyming will get ya   Act like a bitch guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors   Rap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later   Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator   So who's ill and who's not? Who's popping and ooh-wop   Who's a cross between El Chupacabra and Tupac?   (Well, who else but you Celph?) No sandals on my shoe shelf   Just a pellet gun leave a huge welt   Army of the Pharaohs never make love songs   We finger fuck bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on