God Particle (feat. Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Esoteric, Apathy & Celph Titled)

Back to the hardcore!
 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
 Motherfuckers talking but never going to do shit to me
 I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially
 Rip their spine out and just put them out of their 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 that you motherfuckers can come 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 ducing you rappers to tragedy
 Happily ever after if after means you're a casualty
 Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality
 Bury bones annually dig them up unhappily
 Catch me flossing in the dead in the center of gravity
 Bonafide, I'm a mix of Maxi Priest and the Macbees
 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 that 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 murder's are nautical
 Murk you in murky depths
 Where the screams aren't audible
 Salutations, standing over the body salivating
 Was kicked out of hell because I wouldn't bow to Satan
 I'm the boss, I turn your albums off
 Turn your brain to apple sauce
 My wingspan is like an albatross
 Out the frost, my mouth spewing out exhaust
 Out comes the claws
 Power force, that can blow the tops of mountains off
 Blow the head of cowards off, you'll get carried off
 You all are soft like ferries 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 has a motherfucking problem
 With germs that are infectious
 Attack like German shepherds while acid dissolves em
 I got a ratchet -I blast you
 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"