Vinnie Paz
Warhead
[Intro:]
A lot of people don't realize but
You didn't get shot for anything, didn't get stabbed or 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 packing something up, bluffing
My akhi down doing couple bullets for obstruction
It's feds here, open yours, affecting all consumption
My father said to turn the stale bread into stuffing
How you saying that, you look a 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]
Changxi lyricist, exalted, most high
Only thing you couldn't trip within this culture was committing suicide
Around killers I'm feeling safer than a Hindu cow
Whoever stole my anti-depressants, I hope you happy now
Fouling out your presence, even an irreverent peasant will bow
Put enough of them down, child spread pain and pestilence
Specialist the aggressive is specimen child, you desperate and loud, stress and pull up
Let's pull up that piece of paperwork so that snake's blood that you're full of
Fact, Catholic church try cancelling and targeting cheap
Rappers say their prayers to realize they're just talking to me
The living definition of underrated Tesla and Edison's
Creative greatness never out illuminated
Mindfulness in his paintings that I've narrated
Cure ready, it's scar gone, art form from a dark room
You n***as pussy like Erykah Badu's perfume
Violent, wild, and then stack the party of the private system
When I was high and feeling the undesired side effects of the cabin pressure
Manic deaf and checked her with a potential to puncture the pope's neck
With a pencil lead point that is dipped in cancer
With a center sector with a Vatican architecture
Use Candace Owens' head as a hood ornament
I probably shouldn't be performing the sword assorted war but
Scripted a strongman tournament event
Whenever they exile accelerates spittin' arson fibers
And I don't get writer's block, n***a, I block writers
A Puerto Rican superhero, this is monumental Vinnie with Chino on your side partner who can really be against you?
(Get the fuck outta 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