Henry the 8th

Yeah...it's murders...plenty murders

Blood...We spell doom

Pharaoh clique, baby

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

For whom the bells toll, Vinnie Paz, I call hell home

Put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone

Any way you wanna look at it, it spell doom

Vinnie Pazienza, be proud that you you fell to him

Me and Shareef, we stronger than pillars in Greece

You need to over-stand that pharaohs are still in the streets

You need to know that we got beef but we willin' to peace

You need to know that we got hate and it's still for police

It's Juju Mob, and Army of the Pharaoh clique

We on some revolution Amadou Diallo ****

I like to watch your brain explodin' when the hollow hit

It's Vinnie Paz, Louie Dogs, Kamachi follow it

[Verse 2: Chief Kamachi]

Yo its my house like RUN! Controllin' the 80's

Flow very crazy like I spit the blood of Rosemary's baby

Slang fire like a hustle in Haiti

Couple holes for the souls, pitchfork for the daisies

Ashes for urns, I'm a murderer maybe

A lavish little Lucifer burnin' the hazy

Faced out, still could get a hold of the ladies

Hit from Madame Blavatsky in a older Mercedes

This is death speakin', the smell of fresh flesh wreakin'

Get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon

Juju tongue, voodoo come, eye of the pharaohs

Blood pour, heart of a chump, jump from the arrows

[Chorus: Chief Kamachi]

We got a message for ya

Yeah, our squads ain't checkin' for ya

And if its beef, we'll produce the Smith and Wesson's on ya

AOTP, Juju Mob, we bossin' ya clique

Rain fire on this hip hop ****

[Verse 3: Reef The Lost Cauze]

The king Reef raw, on the streets I'm King Cauze

Wild the **** out, beat my chest like King Kong

Is this thing on?

I'm tryin' to channel the youth

I rock the crown of Caesar, and Hannibal's boots

They call me animal tooth

Use your bones as a back scratcher

I'm allergic to dirt **** and wack rappers

My hand's too pretty, I just let the gat smack ya

I dropped outta school, ********** a backpacker

Double cross us and we'll bomb on you *****es

You a ****in' fruitcake like what my aunt sent for Christmas

My dogs relentless and we ain't tryin' to be friends

My gun attach to my hip like a siamese twin

[Verse 4: Planetary]

It's a critical beatdown, QD ****** hit the street now

Bangin beats out, thug ****** throw they heaters out

It's ***** ****** like y'all scared to leave the house

Once they retrieve 'em out, *BLAAT*

Let 'em see the clouds

I make the most gangsta ***** hit the concrete

And start snitchin', pointin' fingers like they on Wall Street

My squad deep, we the "Gods and Generals"

Type of ****** too drunk, we dodge the interviews

We came a long way from cipherin' all day

When days was all play, now we rhymin' for strong pay

Outerspace got a strong hold on the game

We reign, you minor leaguers, we breezin' the Hall of Fame

(Chorus)