Green banks of the Nile (Jaws of a crocodile) by Pharaoh Imhotep II published on 2021-04-16T22:03:57Z Target my inside Judging my outsides Blinding your third eye Placing a curse on your life One that's irreversible, let you know this is personal For all the years of punishment from what the fuck You committed the marks remain on my holy flesh Still you run around acting with no regret. If I ever see you again it's over with No violence just the deafening silence of dopesick death Cds spin to the point you become motion sick Mistakes occur but you can't erase the words That you never said to my face but heard Like you laced my herb So things seem out of place and blurred The pain of overdosing sorrows Not knowing tomorrow comes No more time I hope to borrow The agony of despair Jump off my balcony as my parents stare At the tragedy they had to bare Because of your incompetent negligence There's no honor in your existence Maybe you should rethink quantum genesis You think you're awesome? Looks like you forgot your medicine The green banks of the lower nile In the jaws of the crocodile Is where the body is found I hate people who talk too loud hatred can be disguised in compassion Acting like you care but behind you was laughing Blinded by the blackness inside the hearts of men Left me with scars within reminds me times are grim I cannot trust another human being without truly feeling like they using me for some kind of lucrative scheme That benefits you and your team over me Mind over matter time heals the broken Broken means shattered tattered on my sleeves Watch cowards scatter as my wrists bleed They tower over my emotions and diss me In dreams I'm drowning in oceans of misleading hope My neck is me and you are like the slipknot rope You ever been sick off dope To the point where you don't wanna live no mo Welcome to my hip hop show When I was a child I was lovable But you robbed my energy and potential By introducing me to drugs and dope In my eyes you'll never be forgiven tho You run around not showing remorse I'ma rip out your fucking vocal chords Just so I can speak to you like an overlord And the truth stings like a cobra mark Prod. by: Pharaoh Imhotep II Genre Trap