[Chorus: Block McCloud]

We're so sick with the flow

Sing along like you caught a disease

Manifest in the lyrical

Don't sing, lip shows

We go beyond, man, it's hard to believe

Guess we're blessed, it's a miracle

So watch, It's the Army of The Pharaohs

Bring your squad to its knees

Go from flesh to the spiritual

Gotta pray for a miracle

Like Moses when he parted the seas

Yes, yes, it's a miracle

[Verse 1: King Magnetic]

They talking stupid on the stoop

I'm in the studio with Stoupe

I'm unusually loose, In a movie role with truth

Co-starring, don't spar with no artist my level

Froze target, slow harvest, bogarted by metal

So god but so ghetto, so far but so settled

Don't harbor no problems, no father slow peddle

Roseto late bloom, now silence the method

We all got a history of violence on the record

Except for this record Babygrande, if this lady take the stand

Then my record's playing in the court like a reggae band

Still a lady's man, Mag expects it

I don't get brain, I test dames' gag reflexes

Ecstasy dealer, I bag they X's

Stab 'em breathless without grabbing breakfast

I might pull her hair though, or something out with air holes

Get lower than a flat when I'm reaching where the spare goes!

[Chorus: Block McCloud]

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Yeah, yo

You can Never fuckin' test the god

The kickback of the Smith & Wesson hard

Allah think that you a devil for ingesting lard

That's a part of every lesson that he said to Fard

Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet, I'm a vessel, god

Me and my seven Mac-11s have a special bond

Same bond when the Qu'ran give me a special calm

I wave the motherfuckin' ratchet like its Desert Storm

And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms

I'm the one who's reinventin the steel

The one who took the art of rhymin', reinvented the wheel

My venom will kill

My spit game like a neurotoxin

They call me blood and guts warrior, Arturo Boxin

It's nothing anything or anyone can do to stop 'em

Matter of fact even attemptin' is a foolish option

Anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I pop em

Or tell the rest of the Boriqua, bring the tool and ox 'em

[Chorus: Block McCloud]

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]

Bury them and the Aryans that carried them

All stare, scared their humanitarians

Spare none of them, tear their young from them

Shun them, run them into Kingdom Come's conundrum

Hunt them, punish them, confront them

Drunken them, come undone Sunken

Summons him from the stomach of a sunless dungeon

Bludgeon them into chump to become consumption

Not an option to stop us, fairly obvious

They're innocuous, the despair of the populous

Get your fill of ill-gotten goddesses

Drill them with a modest amount of bottomless promises

Turn the water scarlet red, let it churn from the faucet heads

Get detailed little trails in the carpet threads

Have 'em adamantly slapped on the architect

Havin' carte blanche on the carnage, have my heart set