Digital War (feat. Celph Titled, Planetary, Blacastan, Esoteric, Apathy, Crypt the Warchild & Vinnie Paz)

I run with grand smugglers, 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 Engineered cross hairs, my target [?] Money farmer, I stay harvesting commerce Turn down your offers, piss on your eight thou' I live a lonely life, my only friend is Paypal 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 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 dicotomy but best believe autonomy's in place For the broccoli, I make sure that homily is laced No apologies, here till the economy is straight I'm the reason that your baby feeling 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 I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year They'll wind up with their whole brain cavity clear Put the barrel to you ear, last thing you hear Is your soul tryna break through the Earth's atmosphere 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 The stripes on my sleeve, purple hearts on my chest Pharaoh Back in the lab and attacking the pad Huntin' down the wack rappers smacking 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 watching a Nike ad Poison ivy puttin' poison in your IV Avoid the noise, I can destroy you toys nightly Tom Hanks in Big, you got a little boy's psyche Not safe for workflow, 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 Cats using all the ammo on the racks [?] on the street, no camel back I step like the Hulk, all the granite on the planet crack You better bow low, little rodent, scurry through your mouse hole Before I rip the soul out your motherfucking mouth hole All about doe, turning bitches into Alpo The world is on my dick like I stuck it in the South Pole Open up my mouth and blow your fucking power out Girls on my hot dog similar to sauerkraut I'm the type to uppercut all of these Debbie Downers Cause I spend many hours studying Kenny Powers King of the assholes, trashing his Corvette Bank robbers stick you the vanish into a vortex Hand over my heart like Napoleon Bonaparte I burn you like Joan Of Ark, you bitches get blown apart They shook to death when we make the Pharaoh rise Look in they eyes, you can see how they terrorize Soft niggas petrify when the devil rise Open they hearts, you can see when the terror lays Run The Green Mile, no sweat, I'm electrified Fire in the skies flow, higher than the clouds go Scared money, no? Put the money where my mouth go My dawgs gotta eat, breaking bread like it's Alpo Corny ass nigga stacking bodies in the 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 Hold the fuck up Who this batti man pass the shotty Winchester, military grade, catch a homy 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 bol ride on ya Waiting on another fucking 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 Ima bring the motherfucking drama like an opera Have a Siciliana shoot at you like a photographer Deadly with the machete, ready for any conqueror Hahahahaha Army of the Pharaohs! Worldwide baby! Yeah, Official Pistol!