God Particle
(专辑: In Death Reborn - 2014)
Back to the
hardcore! [Vinnie Paz:] Intelligent infinity, malevolent epitome They consider me as the
most deadly weapon from Italy That'll include the
Benelli semi-auto artillery Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily Motherfuckers talking but never gonna do shit to me I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially Rip they spine out and just put them out of they misery No more mister nice guy, everything maliciously Who can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes be It's impossible that you're righteous without the
dignity If it's a
problem you motherfuckers can come and visit me [Planetary:] Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy Burning them calories, I'm still yearning to earn a
salary The
son of anarchy, I'm in court pleading insanity Can it be all the
panicking and agony that's trapping me? Tragically introducing you rappers to tragedy Happily ever after if after means you a
casualty Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality Bury bones and annually dig them up unhappily Catch me flossing dead in the
center of gravity Bonafide, a
mix of Maxi Priest and the
Maccabees My mentality manipulating your mastery The
master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me [Esoteric:] Playtime is over, daytime is over The
finest soldiers, take nines from holsters My only weapons: canines and cobras We diamond poachers, we take your shine, we some mind controllers My rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the
kind below us You know Lois Lane know my name I'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider My flow's tighter, I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the
Zoloft: so insane I'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man my hammers land and can ya fam I'm a
brutal rapper, you're a
Chutes & Ladders Candyland emcee, I'm completely AOTP 'til the
death Esoteric zombie-killer taking out whatever's left [Planetary:] You're mad 'cause the
army's here Top to bottom army gear Gunshots is all you hear Death come to all who's near We're running through the
village killing, building a
regime Heavy unstoppable Crown of thorns form, we ready When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the
hardcore [Apathy:] The
God particle, Armageddon weapons in my arsenal I'm the
real deal, fuck an Alex Jones article Heart is arctic cold, my murders are nautical Murk you in the
murky depths where the
screams aren't audible Salutations, standing over the
body salivating Was kicked out of hell 'cause I
wouldn't bow to Satan I'm the
boss, I
turn your albums off I
turn your brain to apple sauce, my wingspan is like an Albatross Out the
frost, mouth spewing out exhaust out come the
claws Power force that can blow the
tops of mountains off Blow the
head of cowards off, you'll get carried off Y'all as soft as fairies buried in terrycloth [Celph Titled:] In '94 I
dreamt of spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs But I
was busy playing dodgeball with severed heads Conducting chaos with a
chrome baton So sound the
smoke alarm 'Cause overall I
broke your arms And kicked your ass with loafers on Homeboy this HK settle wars I'm a
dragon, you're a
faggot with a
tape measure sword Celph Titled is a
motherfucking problem With germs that are infectious Attack like German Shepherds while acid dissolve 'em I
got the
ratchet I
blast it You got a
ratchet, but you keep it in your jacket Undercover brother on your album cover trying to look like you crazy When your theme song should be Aerosmith, "Dude (Looks Like a
Lady)" [Planetary:] You're mad 'cause the
army's here Top to bottom army gear Gunshots is all you hear Death come to all who's near We're running through the
village killing, building a
regime Heavy unstoppable Crown of thorns form, we ready When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the
hardcore