Army of the Pharaohs - God Particle lyrics

Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore!
Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore!

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 talkin' but never gonna
Do shit to me i'm about to set it
On motherfuckers officially
Rip they spine out and just put
'em 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

Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy
Burning them calories
I'm still yearnin' to earn a salary
The son of anarchy
I'm in court pleadin' insanity
Can it be all the panicking
And agony that's trappin' me?
Tragically introducin' 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 'em up unhappily
Catch me
Flossin' dead in the center of gravity
Bonafide, a mix between Maxi
Priest and the Maccabees
My mentality, manipulatin' your mastery
The master
Disaster strikes whatever's in back of me

Playtime is over, daytime is over
The finest soldiers
Take nines from holsters
My only weapons: K-9s and Cobras
We diamond poachers, we take your shine
We some mind controllers
My rhyme is solar-flarin'
Airin' out the kind below us
You know Lois Lane - know my name
I'm throwin' 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 your fam
I'm a brutal rapper, you a Chutes & Ladders
Candyland emcee
I'm completely A-O T-P 'til the death
Esoteric zombie-killer takin' out
Whatever's left
You mad 'cause the army's here
Top to bottom army gear
Gunshots is all you hear
Death come to all who's near
We runnin' through the village killin'
Buildin' a regime
Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form
We ready

When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore
When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore

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 salivatin'
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 could 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

In '94 I dreamt of
Spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs
But I was busy playin'
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 a faggot with a tape measure sword
Celph Titled is a motherfuckin' 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) "
You 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
When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore