Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Particle, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song In Death Reborn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
God Particle |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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)» |
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 |