Celph Titled - Iron Work Lyrics

(Intro: Planetary)
Yeah! Planetary
My nigga King Syze
We got Celph Titled
Esoteric
Yeah!

(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Yo
This that muthaf*ckin' do or die flow
The type that make you crumble up your rhymes and write a suicide note
Superior mind, I was designed by a god of some sort
To prey upon humans and look for spinal cords to con-tort
Hold the perimeter down with unlimited rounds and magazines
I got a savage team that rap hasn't seen
But now they takin' notice cause we spittin' flames explosive
Gettin' famous fo' it paparazzi camera frames in focus
(Pharaohs'll fold ya) The sharpest of hand-writers
Groupies be park rangers cause they see my whole camp fire
They feelin' my tracks now like airport security pat downs
Reactin' like it was a knife and gat found
Level 4 vest, .40 caliber Glock make 'em pour sweat
Bought every last bullet that the store kept
So cue the record for the Q-Demented section
Talk shit, that means you full of shit, we shootin' ya intestines

(Hook: Planetary)
Can't move without my niggas movin'
Can't see my crew fallin', we ain't into losin'
All we do is bruise 'em, Bernard Hop execution
It's the revolution, Pharaoh Clique it's a movement
Can't move without my niggas movin'
Can't see my crew fallin', we ain't into losin'
All we do is bruise 'em, Bernard Hop execution
It's the revolution, Pharaoh Clique it's a movement

(Verse 2: Esoteric)
Rougher than that other brother, tougher than a muthaf*cka
Gutter gutter like I stutter, ballin' like the Rucker, sucker
I'm like a Philly Eagle, I'm white with green
Movin' with my team, never Hollywood but always makin' some type of scene
I'm on some f*ck it shit
I'm a monster on the drums, yeah Animal from Muppets shit
I'm on my hustle hustle, pitbull without a muzzle
I bring that fear, I bring that flavor to your ear
You don't wanna tussle, I'm back from gettin' money in Brussels
You back from bringin' in the bundles, this is Army of the Pharaohs muscle
E.S., Celph Titled, King Syze
This shit ain't horrorcore it's horrible, Stephen King's eyes
A disappointment cause you can't write that murder rhyme
We blow your brains, leave 'em in a ditch, dirty minds
Your man Shay cuttin' heads like my man Jay
Fans pray for the shit we drop every damn day

(Hook)

(Verse 3: King Syze)
Check it out, uh, yo
I hate rap but on the real yo I'm a track addict
You think it's sweet muthaf*cka take a crack at it
Attract the massive rap master movin' faster
Past your laps kid, the Pharaohs manufactured
I lay ebonics that's hittin' harder than Haley's Comet
I hear the music it's bullshit, niggas is rarely honest
You rappers bitches and baby mamas and baby bombers
I'm militant and disciplined like the f*ckin' army
We East Coast home man home of that rugged weather
AOTP, that's right, we stay together
Think twice, put my name in your mouth
Like the next time I won't see you I won't run in your mouth, uh
The streets of Philly man they known as my house
In 1999 got it locked down south
We, leavin' you losin', leakin', bleedin and oozin'
The whiteboy with the Ricans and the Rubix Cuban

(Hook)