Blitzkrieg in the blunt tip, tanks in the ashtray, Gas mask on while the smoke make the past fade, Strains in my chamber, weapons in the hallway, World War 2 in my lungs, hit ‘em all in the broad day. Nazis burn like the roach when the leaf curl, We smoke the globe like we tryna torch the whole world, Iron Cross on the chain, but it’s melted in the fire, This is Hitler with a lighter — watch the world go higher. ⸻ [VERSE 1] I’m loadin’ up Panzer shells while I’m rollin’ White Widow, Scope on the rooftop, red dot through the window, Bunker full of Lemon Haze, crates of AK rounds, MG42 sing loud like parade sounds, Gorilla Glue on my fingers when I lock the clip, Gas chamber in the lungs, let the toxins rip, Third Reich on the mic but I flipped the script, Now the Führer got high then his fate got clipped, I’m Normandy stormin’ with a Backwoods lit, Hollow tips in the clip, every soldier get hit, Grenade in my grip, Pineapple Express style, Smoke trails in the trench run for thirty miles, We burnin’ up the map, Hiroshima in the wrap, Napalm Kush hit harder than the bombs they strapped, It’s a war crime every time I twist this leaf, And my arsenal deep like the Allies’ fleet. ⸻ [VERSE 2] Stalin in the cut with the Tommy gun’s chatter, Winston in the corner puffin’ OG Shatter, Axis and Allies both coughin’ from the mix, B-52 blunt drop — whole block get lit, Submachine dreams, Luger on the waistline, Scope magnified so the target face mine, Zombie Kush in my duffel for the late grind, And my bayonet sharp like the headlines, Mussolini on the ropes when the bomb smoke seep, Indica sleep, put a dictator six feet deep, We don’t parlay with the SS creeps, We just spark AK-47, let the rest eat heat, From Poland to Berlin, it’s a straight ash march, We light cannons from the heart while the sky turn dark, Hitler’s mustache burn like a wick on sight, And I’m laughin’ in the smoke as the planes take flight. ⸻ [HOOK – Mid-Track] Blitzkrieg in the blunt tip, tanks in the ashtray, Gas mask on while the smoke make the past fade, Strains in my chamber, weapons in the hallway, World War 2 in my lungs, hit ‘em all in the broad day. Nazis burn like the roach when the leaf curl, We smoke the globe like we tryna torch the whole world, Iron Cross on the chain, but it’s melted in the fire, This is Hitler with a lighter — watch the world go higher. ⸻ [VERSE 3] D-Day drop, I’m the strain invasion, Cannabis command with the high persuasion, Kamikaze in the cockpit with Skywalker OG, Bomb bay doors drop Kush over whole streets, Molotov cocktails, diesel in the rag, Spit fire in the night ‘til the enemy drag, Bunker get smoked like a quarter-pound sack, Every shot double-tap, no comin’ back, From Auschwitz shadows to the Paris lights, We spark joints in the ruins while the sirens cry, Barrett .50 with the scope keep the target locked tight, While the cherry on my spliff keep the winter night bright, Nazi gold in my grinder, I crush it to dust, Hitler in the papers — yeah, we rollin’ him up, This war’s just a cipher with the highest stakes, And I’m blazin’ through history while the whole Earth shakes. ⸻ [VERSE 4] Cannons roar like the cough from a Kush-hit lung, And the crowd chant loud ‘cause the battle just begun, From Stalingrad frost to the sands of Rome, Every front line lit like my back porch home, I’m the Churchill chief with the Churchill cig, Puffin’ Gas Mask strain ‘til the whole room big, Sniper nest high in the Eiffel beams, With a spliff so long look like Allied dreams, Rolling papers in the foxhole, shells on the floor, Hitler in my crosshairs — say no more, We turn dictators into ash in a matter of puffs, Just one drag from my stash make the whole front bust, VE Day confetti but it’s green in the air, It’s a victory lap and the smoke everywhere, So salute to the troops that lit and fought, And to the strains that burn like the lessons they taught. ⸻ [HOOK – Outro] Blitzkrieg in the blunt tip, tanks in the ashtray, Gas mask on while the smoke make the past fade, Strains in my chamber, weapons in the hallway, World War 2 in my lungs, hit ‘em all in the broad day. Nazis burn like the roach when the leaf curl, We smoke the globe like we tryna torch the whole world, Iron Cross on the chain, but it’s melted in the fire, This is Hitler with a lighter — watch the world go higher.
