Digital War

Lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, AOTP! Army of the Pharaoh Clique! Dummy! Hahahahaha! [Verse 1: Celph Titled] I run with gram smugglers (aww), Afghanistan Kush puffers (who else?) Future lung cancer sufferers (that's us) We perform illegal operations, like bad Windows software Draped in ninja assault gear (yeah) Engineered crosshairs, my target bonkers (wow) Money farmer, I stay harvesting commas (ahh) Turn down your offers, piss on your eight thou' I live a lonely life, my only friend is Paypal (hahaha) Vest over the thermal, position the blammer Watching your family through the wall with thermo-vision, infrared on your grandma She'll die when I say so Telescope on top of the flamer, like Galileo [Verse 2: Planetary] I was walking through Mars with a pocket full of stars Tryna think of new bars for the Army of the Gods Lord help me to achieve all these tricks up my sleeve Gotta pull them shits out, bring 'em out, let 'em breathe I'm the oddity of space, camaraderie's embrace No dichotomy but best believe autonomy's in place For the broccoli, I make sure that homily is laced No apologies here 'til the economy is straight I'm the reason that your baby feelin' colicky today I'm a product of the prophecy, then profit off the play Probably pick the Wallabies, the top off delay It's that nigga Planetary, if it pop off I stay [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere I swear [Verse 3: Blacastan] Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow I'm a sniper with a rifle, sending death through the barrel This is shotgun poetry, a slam-down symphony Love is a battle, fellow Pharaohs is my infantry Alien gun connect, plutonium gats Sending niggas on they backs like linoleum plat This ain't Fab Five Freddie, I'm Freddie with the knives on my gloves and I'm ready To cut a nigga face like confetti For fuckin' with a live nigga cheddy I bet he never thought I'd turn his wig to spaghetti Literally nigga, I'm a lyrical vet With stripes on my sleeve, purple hearts on my chest Pharaohs! [Verse 4: Esoteric] Back in the lab and attackin' the pad Huntin' down the wack rappers smackin' their dad Back when Chad was a Bengal, I was stranglin' these demons like Kurt Angle and schemin' on Earth Angels are leaving their words, dangle my flow Right in the pocket like a North Face price tag Make you mad like a fat fuck watchin' a Nike ad Poison ivy puttin' poison in your IV Avoid your noise, I can destroy you toys nightly Tom Hanks in Big, you got a little boy's psyche "Not-safe-for-work" flow, shit is unsightly The diabolical psychological raps, what type of audio is that? Get your body blown Jack, methodically I attack Smack rappers out their 5 panel hat Thunder Cat, usin' all the ammo on the racks Advance with my leg on the street, no Camelbak I step like the Hulk, all the granite on the planet crack [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear Put the barrel to your ear, last thing you hear Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere [Verse 5: Apathy] You better bow low, little rodent, scurry through your mouse hole Before I rip your soul out your motherfuckin' mouth hole All about doe, turnin' bitches into Alpo The world is on my dick like I stuck it in the South Pole Open up my mouth and blow your fuckin' power out Girls on my hot dog similar to sauerkraut I'm the type to uppercut all of these Debbie Downers Cause I spent many hours studyin' Kenny Powers King of the assholes, trashy as Corvettes Bank robbers, stick you and vanish into a vortex Hand over my heart like Napoleon Bonaparte I burn you like Joan Of Ark, you bitches get blown apart [Verse 6: Crypt The Warchild] They shook to death when we make the terror rise Look in they eyes, you can see how they terrorrized Soft niggas petrify when the devil rise Open they hearts, you can see when the terror lies Run The Green Mile, no sweat, I'm electrified Fire in the Sky flow, higher than the clouds go Scared money, no? Put the money where my mouth go My dawgs gotta eat, breakin' bread like it's Alpo Corny ass niggas, stack they bodies in a silo If shit didn't flow, I would throw him where the tide flow Rappers gassed up and they fuckin' with a pyro Save the small talk, I ain't social I'm a psycho [Verse 7: Vinnie Paz] Yo, hold the fuck up, who this batti man here pass the shotty Winchester, military grade, catch a homi Anybody have a problem with it, let them try me Nobody make a fuckin' move unless it's sanctioned by me (I'm the fucking boss out here) I'll let my young bull ride on ya' Waitin' on another fuckin' letter from Andromeda Sold out shows from Bogota to Ottawa I just copped a YHM ray silencer Soul of Nicolino and the mind of a philosopher I'mma bring the motherfuckin' drama like an opera Have a Siciliana shoot at you like a photographer Deadly with the machete, ready for any conqueror [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Hahahahaha! Army of the Pharaohs! We worldwide baby! Yeah, Official Pistol!