Scorched Earth lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Flashbang, that’s a photo op
My shooters take you out the f*cking picture like a Photoshop
Thousand knives coming at you, that’s a Sakamoto shot
The 93R machine pistol out of RoboCop
Three round burst mode, blow your f*cking fingers off
Lights out, black ski mask, and the ringer off
Action and reaction, akhi, I don’t even think at all
The cuete out of Italy, the ‘caine is out of Singapore
Y'all know I’m never running out of ammo
The yoppa keep spitting like somebody chew tobacco
Screwface, ox under the tongue, I’m a wacko
Sentence you to death, blood feud, and I’m Draco
That’s the sound of the machete chop
Beat a muhf*cker 'til his eye end up like Fetty Wap
I had muhf*ckers going south for the birds
Y'all ain’t doing nothing, actions speak louder than words
Toma!

[Interlude: ESTEE NACK]
Yeah, woah, and my word stay bond, son, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bond is life and I give my life before my words, y'all feel, dig?
Yo, so listen, yo

[Verse 2: ESTEE NACK]
I smoke flavors, the shorty listening to La India
Work is Rodriguez, Tienesero Cortina
Handle beamers, fully automatic Beretta Ninas
Arenas (yo), my work is genius (uh-huh), I oil respect the seniors (Respect)
Señore, smokin' oil, cheffin' in the Pyrex (sh*t)
Double the grind next, dump the Beamer, slip in the fly Lex'
Strip your suplex, my n*gga, you guessed it, who protest it (Nobody)
True to the essence, beautiful presence (Uh-huh)
Get it moving in Venice to Budapest, I'm grooving and flexing (Grooving and flexing)
The music message from the prisons to the peasants (Woah)
Endless (yo), infinite mental magnetics, molecular measurements (Math)
True and living God in the flesh, no beginning, no ending
Therefore it is a death deficit (I'm never gon' die, son)
Ayo, it ain't even a question of whether I'm still in the streets
Definite, hah (Woah, yo, toma, coño, Super NACKMAN, yeah, bah, yeah)
[Interlude: Vinnie Paz]
I never lie to any man 'cause I don't fear anyone
The only time you lie is when you're afraid
Don't let your tongue be your worst enemy

[Verse 3: Jay Royale]
Check, I got heaters to make the beef broil
Your arms too weak for the recoil
Throw you to the wolves or they'll feast on you
I can sick the streets on you, it's only beats you can feed me with
sh*t get thick, approach your whip with a stick like a Squeegee
When you cross paths with trigger pullers, it's rigor mortis
The blick's enormous, from long range can flip a walrus
Burn sh*t up like incinerators, pushing pen to paper
f*ck around and split your chin with a razor
It's critical slander, I'm sick with spitting the grammar
And can regenerate a limb like, Himuro Gemma
Let's switch the agenda, cold as blistering winds in the winter
Release the firing pin at your brain with the Kimber
It's target practice for you novice rappers
Guaranteed to leave 'em slumped when I dump the automatic, uh
Amityville with the mic handling skills
Can chew through turnbuckles like George "Animal" Steele!
For real

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Only the dead have seen the end of war, you f*cking dummy
It's Pack Pistol Pazienza, yeah!