Semi Six - Pharaohs & Deities ft. Billie Dave Hart, Tha Essence & Allan Moor

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Semi Six
Uh
I’m like Irving with the Nets
Or a surgeon with the flesh
Blood burstin from ya neck
And the surface of ya chest
When I’m workin with the tech
Have a service for ya death
Ha
Ha
Get her twerkin in a dress
She a virgin with the sex
Leave her wordless with pecs when I’m shirtless in the nest
Save ya curses and ya threats cuz I’m lurkin in ya set in suburban's with them vets
Ha
Ha
It’s the Pharaohs and the Dеities
We at easе
Chillin’ with some Sheila E’s
Jewelry on three degrees
Icy like police asking me to freeze
When it come to rappin man I lead the league
(I lead the league)
Ralph Lauren jacket you can see the steed
(You see the steed)
Uh
And I’m more than the truth
Me and my niggas Horus and Zeus
The sword in the booth
We kickin down the door with a boot
To war with ya troop
You black face tap dancin on the floor in a suit
You a corn and a fruit
Bring in the horn and the flute
Like
Uh
It’s just Pharaohs and Deities
Uh
Rockin Gold chains you the steez

Uh
It’s just Pharaohs and Deities
Uh
Rockin Gold chains you the steez

Fly shit baby, from Detroit to Philly. Really

Billie Dave Hart
It’s Billie
Uh
Packing this pistol
I’m up Broad & Bristle
Let it hit you
You gone think it was a fuckin missile
My lil bitch name Krystal
Like to buy me crystals
Let me use your crib so I can cook this crystal
My shooter play the porch
Put u in the spital
Stick my hand out the window
Send him a signal to get you
Them fuck niggas not official
They be talking in riddles
They only do it if it’s beneficial
The 45 revolver a blow your mind
Put you on Fox News
That’s 2 and 29
My team so divine
Gods how they define
We run the court we like magic, bird, & Jordan combined
Three man weave
They know my steez
Just got the passport refreshed
I’m bout to go to Belize
Roll up the trees with a bitch practice the birds and the bees
They bump my shit In Tokyo
Where they speak Japanese
Uh
Lay down wit them dog and get fleas
Do ya time don’t be tryna cop no pleas, nigga
Uh
It’s just Pharaohs and Deities
Uh
Rockin Gold chains you the steez
Uh
It’s just Pharaohs and Deities
Uh
Rockin Gold chains you the steez
Listen we gone take the work
Send it to the D
Make sure it come back to philly like Iverson back in the day, You Know

Tha Essence
All my idols had Cuban links and gold rolies
Preferred for hustler niggas they coming Daytonas
You get yo lady an, oyster perpetual if she can flip funds and gone hold down the set for you
I’m bout to have a son I might gold out his stroller dude and take him in the booth have the studio baby proofed
Baby food what niggas chew I’m knocking out every tooth
Niggas fugazi too they front the cash but ain’t paid in full
Unh
Address me like King Tut got guys who do my dirty work, get you Ass cleaned up
Then meet me at the function suited up in a clean tux/
I’m the man that pull the strings so I ain’t been seen once
Yo bitch got a glimpse then she labeled me handsome
And the bag came in like they paid off a ransom
I’ll slide to LA off a vaycay in the Hamptons
Raise up ya standards you wishing for a raise and advancement
That’s where we differ, I could never be playing it stagnant
You just lazy fool move out the way when I’m passing
Uh, yea
Its just pharaohs and deities don’t pose in photos only candid in pictures please
Uh
Its just pharaohs and deities don’t pose in photos only candid in pictures please
(Feel Tha Essence)

Allan Moore
From Detroit to ‘iladelph
They leave a nigga stiff cold
Gun explode ‘til you melt
A different path is what we chose
We on the road to the wealth
Pit stop for them hoes
Then rotate ‘em like some tires
All for the Sire
All for the pharaohs, for the deities
Thirty six- O already made a couple pyramid schemes
We stay on the right angle like ninety degrees
Gold chain to match the gold ring like I needed these, you peep the steeze
Any scenario bust a rhyme
So Im’a shoot first
The flow is Allan Moor
Been sailing the ocean blue first
Spitting salt water out my mouth
Like my tooth hurt
Im deep in the game going under like a cruise shirt
Shit is sad, no wonder why these niggas mad
These bitches picking us like scabs
If my nigga hit ya wife, apologize on his behalf
We gave you game you gave her cash
It’s only right you pay the tab
(Yeah)
Its only right we the last laugh
Its only right we get the cash then scram
(Bow)
Uh
It’s just Pharaohs and Deities
Uh
Rockin Gold chains you the steez
Uh
It’s just Pharaohs and Deities
Uh
Rockin Gold chains you the steez

Release Date: February 24, 2023

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Semi Six is an MC from Detroit’s west side, a city overflowing in music and art, though this is not where his journey as a rapper would begin. From 2012 to 2104, he lived abroad in Malaysia and worked closely with the artists there such as Sony artist Sona One, opened up for DJ Whoo Kid and was one third of the rap group The BlackSmiths.
Returning back to his hometown in 2014, with a bravado style tone and lyrical wit, he and his high school friend Nolan The Ninja would do shows at venues in Detroit, sit in each other’s studio sessions and go digging for records often. In the midst of releasing his first project “The Coronation”, he collaborated with many local Detroit rappers and producers such as Ilajide, Pig Pen, Foul Mouth, and a slew of other Detroit artist. Nolan would soon feature Semi on his Left Of Center /Fat Beats 2016 released LP titled “He(Art)” on a bonus record called “Enigma”.
Picking up steam in the Detroit rap scene, Semi assisted by Nolan The Ninja, would make another self released project titled “Park Orange”, a 9 track EP filled with boom bap style head banging beats and masterful rhymes entirely produced by Clear Soul Forces member Ilajide. Semi and Ilajide, joined by features from E Fav, Nolan The Ninja and Layna Lavish, gained critical acclaim throughout the blog-sphere, and the EP was purchased and streamed from cities stretching as far as Sao Paulo, Osaka and to the far corners of Auckland New Zealand.
Born Jael McCreary, the 90’s and early 2000’s guided his tastes for music, approach and style as a boy growing up in Detroit. He prides himself on sharp lyricism and style, and has always saw himself apart of Hip Hop culture since his first time abroad in the early 2000’s, when his family opened a clothing store in Qatar specializing in throw back jerseys and other sports and urban apparel named after Detroit’s most famous venue and store, “The Hip Hop Shop”.