[Intro Sample] Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore! [Verse 1 Vinnie Paz] Intelligent infinity, malevolent epitome They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy Thatll include the Benelli semiauto artillery Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily Motherfuckers talkin but never gonna do shit to me Im 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 Its impossible that youre righteous without the dignity If its a problem you motherfuckers can come and visit me [Verse 2 Planetary] Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy Burning them calories, Im still yearnin to earn a salary The son of anarchy, Im in court pleadin insanity Can it be all the panicking and agony thats 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 whatevers in back of me [Verse 3 Esoteric] Playtime is over, daytime is over, the finest soldiers Take nines from holsters, My only weapons K9s and Cobras We diamond poachers, we take your shine, we some mind controllers My rhyme is solarflarin, airin out the kind below us You know Lois Lane know my name Im throwin flames at your brain like Ghost Rider My flows tighter, Im Blakey Griffin with an open lane My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft so insane Im overtrained in handtohand and mantoman my hammers land and can your fam Im a brutal rapper, you a Chutes Ladders, Candyland emcee Im completely AOTP til the death Esoteric zombiekiller takin out whatevers left [Hook Planetary] You mad cause the armys here, top to bottom army gear Gunshots is all you hear, death come to all whos near We runnin through the village killin, buildin a regime Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form, we ready [Sample] When playtimes over Ill take your mind back to the hardcore When playtimes over Ill take your mind back to the hardcore [Verse 4 Apathy] The God particle, Armageddon weapons in my arsenal Im 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 arent audible Salutations, standing over the body salivatin Was kicked out of hell cause I wouldnt bow to Satan Im 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, youll get carried off Yall are soft as fairies buried in terrycloth [Verse 5 Celph Titled] In 94 I dreamt of spreading SaltnPepas 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 Im 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 [Hook Planetary] You mad cause the armys here, top to bottom army gear Gunshots is all you hear, death come to all whos near Were running through the village killing, building a regime Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form, we ready [Sample] When playtimes over Ill take your mind back to the hardcore When playtimes over Ill take your mind back to the hardcore
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