[Verse One] [Vinnie Paz]
I lick a shot in the sky
A war don, you're gone cousin, Optimus Prime
You a b**h, one of 700 Solomon's wives
I was in Constantinople during Ottoman's shine
My glock is a nine
My thirty-eight Wesson a beautiful b**h
You rhyme like a hoe, find a more suitable pitch
You bout to find out why German Lugers exist
Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
It ain't a single man living could f** with the beast
Gay rapper, altar boy you f**in' a priest
f** a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police
Dirt bag can't make money, he stuck in the streets
[Planetary]
What you think? I'm sittin' in this cage for nothing?,
If they release me it's curtains, that's why I live in the dungeon
All black nothin' lit up, I set up walls
And hang body's that I hit up, can't fit us all
Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip
Paz sittin' with artillery to blow you to bits
sh**, King Syze with the getaway
All black UConn, shoes on everyday
Gun play nowadays more frequent
More real n***as mad fallin' off the deep end
And your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze
[Chorus] [Planetary] [x2]
You can start a riot in here, now who's wit me?
Who the f** gon' ride when this sh** get shifty?
Where my n***as at? I know who ride wit me
This Pharaohs sh** fo' life, they gon' die right with me
[Verse Two] [Celph Titled]
Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pida roll
Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs
I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on
Satanic candles lit in my recording room
I'm makin' hits, singing songs of d**h in Autotune
Put a bear-trap on ya ankle
Drop you off at Foot-Locker
Mug the manager like, "What the f**s poppin'?!"
Punks drop it, while I stand tall
You see me, you seen the greatest rapper, modern man's call
Electric meat-shaver that's a modern man's saw
Precision chop limbs after I body slam y'all
[Apathy]
Hand saw, body chopper
Bloody opera singer, Satan's trigger finger
Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
Freddy Krueger sweater, rock a Beretta co*ker
I'll dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia 'fore they spot me
On security cams
My maturity shows
When I take these young rappers and I murder they flows
Including Weezy's and Jeezy's, if I had a genie
I'd make major label rappers Ice Cube's and Eazy's
Monster with the frees when I'm conquering MCs
I be airin' rappers out, like I'm sponsored by Febreze
If you stop to get some Z's
I just haunt you in your dreams
Smuggle yay from Medellin and vacation in Belize
Please believe me
[Chorus] [Planetary] [x2]
You can start a riot in here, now who's wit me?
Who the f** gon' ride when this sh** get shifty?
Where my n***as at? I know who ride wit me
This Pharaohs sh** fo' life, they gon' die right with me