I attack shit move with your shots call the medic Beretta 9 my chamber be pain no anesthetic Nightmares visions of death Catch a flashback This gunfire out of control I'm getting sent back Hell no, pave my way back to the foxhole for ammo In enough shit to bury Rambo I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth dead Adrenalin [?] cats be amped up for action Going to war no time for relaxing Fists or handguns it doesn't make a difference Adjusts my sights as thoughts become relentless Intelligent how I came to bomb your regiment Beretta 9 my chamber be hard like rock sediment Blast on herbs, shake Serbs with deadly words The pain's intense like I'm swinging on your nerves [Verse 3: Dom Pachino] Push the trigger, suddenly in brand new clarity Nights like day magnified Three point two time design Combine with steel wind to blow your mind Counter terrorism with precision Armed with smoke bombs to blur your vision like cataracts My green team attacks your format My manifold is combat on wargrounds or on DATs It's my nature Killarmy legislator Leaving broken arrows in backs of traitors My platoon's filled with black berets and painted faces High speed car chases and soldiers with war faces Specially trained in rugged terrain grains of the Earth Hot cold and humid temperatures that make barometers burst Who came first God or the universe? Uniting energy through my tongue and through the sun