Army Of The Pharaohs - God Particle Lyrics
[Intro: Sample]Back to the hardcore![Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]Intelligent, infinityMalevolent, epitomeThey consider me as the most deadly weapon from ItalyThat will include the Benelli semi-auto artilleryLiterally cryogenically treated to be invisiblySymphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from SicilyMother*****ers talking but never going to do shit to meI'm about to set it on mother*****ers officiallyRip they spine out and just put them out of they miseryNo more mister nice guy, everything maliciouslyWho can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes beIt's impossible that you're righteous without the dignityIf it's a problem you mother*****ers can come visit me[Verse 2: Planetary]Super humanity gradually back from my galaxyBurning them calories I'm still yearning to earn a salaryThe son of anarchy I'm in court pleading insanityCan it be all the panicking and agony that's trapping me, tragically Introducing you rappers to tragedyHappily ever after if after means you're a casualtyPraise those who savagely sacrifice their realityBury bones and annually dig them up unhappilyCatch me flossing dead in the center of gravityBonafide, I'm a mix of Maxi Priest and the MaccabeesMy mentality, manipulating your masteryThe master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me[Verse 3: Esoteric]Playtime is over, Their time is overThe finest soldiers, take nines from holstersMy only weapons: canines and cobras, we diamond poachersWe take your shine, we some mind controllersMy rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the kind below usYou know Lois Lane know my nameI'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider, my flow's tighterI'm Blakey Griffin with an open laneMy foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft: so insaneI'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man my hammers land and can ya famI'm a brutal rapper, you're a Chutes & LaddersCandyland emcee,I'm completely AOTP 'til the deathEsoteric zombie-killer taking out whatever's left[Hook]You're mad cause the army's hereTop to bottom, army gearGunshots is all you hearDeath come to all who's nearWe're running through the village killingBuilding a regimeHeavy unstoppableCrown of thorns form we ready [??][Sample]When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore[Verse 4: Apathy]The God particleArmageddon-weapons in my arsenalI'm the real deal***** an Alex Jones articleHeart is arctic coldMy murder's are nauticalMurk you in the murky depthsWhere the screams aren't audibleSalutations, standing over the body salivatingWas kicked out of hell because I wouldn't bow to SatanI'm the boss, I turn your albums offTurn your brain to apple sauceMy wingspan is like an albatrossOut the frost, mouth spewing out exhaustOut come the clawsPower force, that can blow the tops of mountains offBlow the head of cowards off, you'll get carried offY'all are soft as ferries buried in terrycloth[Verse 5: Celph Titled]In '94 I dreamt of spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legsBut I was busy playing dodgeball with severed headsConducting chaos with a chrome batonSo sound the smoke alarmCause overall I broke your armsAnd kicked your ass with loafers onHomeboy this HK settle warsI'm a dragon, you're a faggot with a tape measure swordCelph Titled is a mother*****ing problemWith germs that are infectiousAttack like German shepherds while acid dissolve emI got the ratchet -I blast itYou got a ratchet, but you keep it in your jacketUndercover brother on your album cover trying to look like you crazyWhen your theme song should be Aerosmith, "Dude looks like a lady"[Hook]
