Planetary - God Particle lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Back to the hardcore! [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Intelligent infinity,malevolent epitome They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy That will include the Benelli semi-auto artillery Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily Motherf**ers talking but never going to do sh** to me I'm about to set it on motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers can come and visit me [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: Esoteric] Playtime is over, day time 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 d**h Esoteric zombie-k**er taking out whatever's left [Hook] You're mad cause the army's here Top to bottom, army gear Gunshots is all you hear d**h come to all who's near We're running through the village k**ing Building a regime Heavy unstoppable Crown of thorns form we ready [Sample] When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore [Verse 4: Apathy] The God particle, armageddon weapons in my arsenal I'm the real deal, f** an Alex Jones article Heart is arctic cold, my murder's 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 are soft as fairies buried in terrycloth [Verse 5: 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 a** with loafers on Homeboy this HK settle wars I'm a dragon, you're a f*ggot with a tape measure sword Celph Titled is a motherf**ing 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" [Hook]