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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Army Of The Pharaohs

Gorillas

 

Gorillas

(album: The Torture Papers - 2006)


[Crypt the Warchild:]
YY'all get too close, I'mma squeeze the life out of you
You speak too loosely with your words, I'mma silence you
You ain't a leader, dog—nobody'd die for you
You ain't a killer, dog—who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Trying to tiptoe by me, I'mma stab your team up
Trying to get dough by me, I'mma snatch your cream up
'Cause my squad gotta eat and y'all can't come between us
Thoughts of blowing my fucking head off when I look at my gun
I cock back, can't squeeze when I look at my son
I stop that, can't breathe. Y'all wouldn't walk in my shoes
I'm antisocial, don't speak unless I talk with a tool

[Esoteric:]
You can take the bragging, the boasting, add up the passion devotion
The crabs that lack in emotion, we throw 'em back in the ocean
The Pharaohs packing the potion, we back in action and rappers are choking
Acting like they smoking cats, their backs will get broken
And '96 was the year I started talking with Vinnie
Rocking the city, talking, really repping Boston and Philly
Now you can find us lined up with OS and QD
We flow best, so don't test, we grotesque and beauty
I profess a slow death, your plan of attack's a panic attack
Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
My fam in the back, known to keep it realer than most
While you fake cats cower like the Steelers coach

[Vinnie Paz:]
Yeah, we the realest. Ain't nobody stopping the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we turn your fucking block into sand

[Apathy:]
We been bubbling like Bazooka Joe since Boogie Down and Super Ho
Futuristic, new simplistic, sweating my computer flow
Army of the armed and dangerous, we stay with stainlesses
Status is famous, raps translated to seven languages
Ruling rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid, rhyme is liquid
Nitrogen, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted
Y'all looking for villains? Well, I'm that guy
I charge junior high kids for a contact high
And I could always tell Kno was on some faggot shit
Like singing Lil' Kim's parts during Magic Stick
You'll get your face rocked, nose popped, we got heat cocked
The A-dot, o-dot, t-dot, P-dot

[Planetary:]
Yo, ever since Blood and Ashes, life's slowly been changing
Catch me sweating every night with my rosary, praying
Meditating, bathing in blood, face full of mud
So grimy, trying to speak to me's like taking a drug
Razor blades under the tongue, with "Ways of the Gun"
Playing in the background when I'm embracing my sons
It's like I'm hugging Satan, though. They feel the evil inside me
Nah boys, it's me, Papi, can't one emcee stop me
I'm stressed, blessed with a gift. I'm still tryna make it
Stained from separations, my brain is like a matrix
I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
Until then, I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples
What!

[Vinnie Paz:]
Yeah, we the realest. Ain't nobody stopping the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we turn your fucking block into sand
Yeah, we the realest. Ain't nobody stopping the fam
And we gorillas, walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we turn your fucking block into sand

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