[Intro: Celph Titled]  Yeah, haha  Turn the lights on, party's over motherfuckers  Celph Titled the ammunition magician  The Esoterrorist  It's the Army of the Pharaohs for real for real    [Verse 1: Celph Titled]  Back with the "Kill-Death-Murder", you better check your computers  I won't ever cheat on my bitch but I'll still sleep with a luger  You can see my reflection in the chrome, it stays blazin'  I guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors  Kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers  So every time after that you hearin' the Wu-Tang torture skit, and you havin a seizure  Fuck your street cred, I'll turn your street red  I'll skin the head of a skinhead  Celph Titled and ES raisin' hell without Pinhead  It's been said the Pharaohs immortalize rhymes  We kept heist plans in a trapper keeper -- that's organized crime  You might arrive in a stretch limo, tinted out  But you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin' out    [Verse 2: Esoteric]  We the gorillas, its the season of Ichi The Killer  Your CD is filler so we beef like manilla  My sneakers: peach and vanilla  Call me Michael Jordan while recordin'  Slide a sword inside your organs  Speak from the pillars  How real is ES for that scrilla?, I build with godzillas  Militant flotillas that believe in shootin' first like Reggie Miller  The illest of all sorts, he spit that fire motherfucker  To leave you lookin' like dude on the "Legacy of Blood" cover    [Chorus: Celph Titled]  Soldiers stand up [UP!]  Ready the artillery  SALUTE! your comrade  Eliminate the enemy  Fire in the hole [hole!]  We lettin our grenades [blow!]  It's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out    [Bridge: Celph Titled]  By now you should know theres no fuckin' around  It's the Army and it's goin' down  We came to take it all  And there ain't no stoppin' when the cannons start poppin'    [Verse 3: Celph Titled]  I wish a motherfucker would yap their lips  'Cause whether I'ma rap or load a clip  Either way that you look at it, a mack's about to spit  At crackhouses, I'm out with, real killers not rappers  Who keep pumps on our lap like we inflicted with asthma  Addicted to disaster, every last bullet, I ain't savin' none  Can't say hi to my neighbors 'cause I might wave a gun  Aim at the sun and you can shoot for the stars  Put on your beat, we'll turn it off, won't even let it loop for a bar  We known to keep your head an obstruction  Preach death and destruction  Cop diesel when I cock the eagle, and thats not for nothin'  My shots always hit their target after the smoke sprays  'Cause we store bullets in cat shelters so there's no strays    [Verse 4: Esoteric]  We sinkin' arrows through your mink and pink apparel  The pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity  Frantically, I'm sprayin' ink out the barrel  Your way of thinkin' is narrow  We breakin' bones baby, drinkin' the marrow  These psychics blink at my Tarot (You serious?) That's hilarious  You rollin' up in chariots and leave in wheelbarrows  I'll have you wrapped in plastic just like the food in fruit baskets  I'll have your crew in suit jackets, all sad when viewing the casket  Now they pursue and attack us to rep for you and get back at me  But I'm rollin' with the army, motherfucker you can ask for me  And even when I'm outnumbered, I shut 'em down  Like Teddy Bruschi and I proved it in the past so don't you fuck around  Call me stupendous with sentences, pen a genesis  Chemists with seven venomous menaces on your premesis  We write the Torture Papes, orchestrate ways to slaughter fakes  Formulate tapes and tour the states, I can ride with Norman Bates    (Chorus)    (Bridge)