Warhead

Lyrics

[Intro] A lot of people don't realize but You didn't get shot for, anything, didn't get stabbed for anything Like my brother says, I mean, anybody could pull the trigger Really, it's just nothing It's really nothing [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, you ain't part of this discussion Talk about the blicka when you never touchin' nothing What the fuck you know about suffering? Your man saying that he packin' something up, he bluffing My akhi down due a couple billings for obstruction It's feds here, opioid fentanyl consumption My father said to turn the stale bread into stuffing How you saying that, you workin' mayo with an onion Never separate a man from his tools Masato Tanaka elbows, anarchy rules I don't take the chain 'til his chest cavity cools Pull that shorty M16 and havoc ensues (Look) Listen, I don't play no games You see it's you that changed, homie, 'cause the game don't change I heard you like to chat with the opps Motherfuckers here dirtier than African cops, toma [Chorus] Bring it back Bring it back Bring it back, bring it back, come rewind Br-br-br-bring it back, come rewind Bring it Bring it back Bring it back, come rewind Br-br-bring it back, come rewind Rebel arm shit [Verse 2: Chino XL] King Chi lyricist, exalted, Most High Only thing you couldn't sit with in this culture was committing suicide (Yeah) Around killers I'm feeling safer than a Hindu cow Whoever stole my anti-depressants, I hope you happy now (Hah) Foul about your presence, even the irreverent peasants will bow To the Nephilim thou shalt spread pen pestilence specialist The aggressive-est specimen shout, you desperate and loud, stress and pull up Let's pull out that piece of paperwork, sure that snitch blood that you're full of (Facts) Catholic Church tried cancelling and targeting Chi Rappers say their prayers, they realize they're just talking to me (Yeah) The living definition of underrated, Tesla and Edison's creative greatness, never out-illuminated my finesse In these paintings that I've narrated, curated Scarred goon, art form from a dark room You niggas pussy like Erykah Badu's perfume (Yeah) Violent wildin' and stab the pilot of the private Cessna While I was high and feeling the undesired side effects of the cabin pressure Manic death injected with a potential to puncture The Pope's neck With a pencil lead point that is dipped in cancer In his center sector with the Vatican architecture (Yeah) Use Candace Owens' head as a hood ornament I probably should be performing this sort of sordid, morbid script at a strongman tournament event Malevolent XL accelerants spittin' arson fires And I don't get writer's block, nigga, I block writers (It's crazy) Paz and the Puerto Rican superhero, this is monumental Vinnie with Chino on your side, partner, who can really be against you? (Fuck out of here) [Chorus] Bring it back Br-br-bring it back, come rewind Bring it back, br-br-bring it back Bring it back, bring it back, come rewind Bring it back, come rewind