King Syze

(feat. Esoteric, Vinnie Paz)

[Intro: King Syze]
Yeah!
Blitz, Incorporated, nigga, we comin' to get y'all niggaz
Uh! Army of the Pharaohs
Check it out, yo...

[Chorus: King Syze]
Best believe, we roll up on your squad like a blitzkrieg
Better get your man, or would you rather see him bleed?
We here now, we ain't got time to wait
Make no mistake, real niggaz challenge their fate

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah...yeah this is war, cousin; I cop the hammer and kill
It's Vinnie Pazienza outta Hamburger Hill
You ramblin' still? We scramblin' still
If the beast doesn't get you, then the ambulance will
So hand me your steel...I fire iron when
I find a faggot caught in the spell of Leviathan
I keep my eye on him...'cause he a bastard
Sever the head of the gator in Lake Placid
You motherfuckers is blind, you need glasses
I seen how the game changed, I adapted
I seen how your dame changed to my madness
I seen how your brain maimed by my axes
But you a fascist...and y'all thugs
You as genuine as a mother-in-law's hug
We the veterans that'll be sendin' y'all slugs
But we gentlemen, so tell 'em it's all love

[Verse 2: King Syze]
Yeah, yo...yo I'm demented, nigga; be prepared for what you facin'
The mind of God and Satan combined with domination
I'm the rawest, roughest, toughest thing you ever heard of
In my studio session, blessin', MC's be gettin' murdered
I'm one of a kind, puttin' one up in your fuckin' spine
When I get to shine, believe it's through the grind
Damn right, we cocky; I feel no one can rock with us
I bless a mic religous on track, I'm spittin' ignorant
Somethin' you've never heard, dynamic with every word
Gigantic with every slur, most stagnant with every herb, yo
But more polluted, this beat's therapeutic solution
My ??? sentence rappers into execution
Death row, Syze got the best flow
Y'all lazy motherfuckers talkin' 'bout "Leeet's blow!"
All of us; Q-D plus
Yeah, we goin' right by you like an off-duty bus, nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Esoteric]
Aiyyo my words murder sets, I'll blitzkrieg your league like a German vet
Bull's eye, slash through your turtleneck
And bones to pick, hit two hundred and six
I'm runin' with cliques that'll hit you like a ton of bricks
Straight put you in a ditch like a mob-related death
I'll take it to your chest, make a mess of your flesh
My paragraphs breed hate
I was sent to Heaven, resurrected with a clean slate, now I sleep late
Men in each state dead from this
The Esoterrorist, a real motherfucker like Oedipus
Your patheticness is why...you motherfuckers touch the mic and die
Guilty is the plea, King Syze the co-D
They won't let us go free...Bloodthirsty killers
Psychological thriller, beatin' my chest like gorillas
We got the city on smash, y'all pity's just trash
While you small-timers finishin' last

[Chorus x2]

[Intro:]
Yeah...King Syze, uh!
Q-D! Army of the Pharaohs
Check it out
Uh...yo...

[Chorus 1:]
I've been, under the surface, man, but guess who's back?
King Syze, motherfucker, on a Jon Doe track
And it's been a little bit since you heard from me
But I been havin' y'all fiendin', man, purposely

[Chorus 2: x2]
Yo, it's been a long time, I know, it ain't fair
The population waited enough, yo, I'm here
It's been a long time since I blessed the masses
The main attraction, why y'all talkin' 'bout rappin'?

[Verse 1:]
Yo, yo, yo...
Bang my shit through your headphones and get your head blown
I'm 20 for 20, with 20 ??? in the rap zone
Field goal niggaz come short, only half the stat
Detach your cap, death trap in the rappin' match
My habitat: of course, rough sports
Sometimes I'm off course, lookin' for the source
And when I stretch from a long day
Hard pay, better get out the dog's way, no delay
Don't fuck with Syze, come on, watch how I leave a hole in your chest
Invisible to the naked eye
The doc won't know, he'll be injectin' you breath
But you'll be bleedin' 'till ain't shit but skin and skeleton left
Every test, just a path to see who's next
Just a way to measure who can stand, chest to chest
On this mic, I'm pleadin' guilty, but confessin' to death
And I'm here to take the game and you can have what's left

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2: x2]

[Verse 2:]
Watch yo back motherfucker, King Syze the hurricane
Street gentleman with a well-deserved name
(I'm hot) I burn flame, (You not) You cold rain
Hip-hop's my first name, this rap's my last days
I spit the worst pain, the pressure will burst veins
My first reign: way before the Earth came
Your shit is phony, don't know me, go get your homies
I'm hittin' harder than Jim Tomey, and y'all niggaz don't know me
I feel like the world owes me, gimme that
I'm spittin' scriptural for Biblical cats, criminals with pitiful raps
Lyrical stats: pinnacle and critical to my map
Check it out now...nowhere I'm gonna end up, ten-hut
Goin' long and deep, fuck drama in the streets
I'm bringin' karma on beats, palmin' the heat
Only if my life's in danger
Come on, dog, that's a no-brainer
And to this mic, man, I ain't no stranger
That's why I rearrange ya, pour straight out the fuckin' manger

[Chorus 1: with variations]

[Chorus 2: x2]

(feat. Poynt Blanc)

[Intro: Rellik]
Yeah...y'all know what it is
That Poynt Blanc, King Syze shit
That live shit

[Chorus x2: Rellik]
Never ever talk loosely
It's Killa Rellik, muthafuckas best salute me
Just pay respect or we catch you with a two piece, brawl to the death
Keepin', y'all in check and rep, Q-D

[Verse 1: Rellik]
It's the best in the business, you think of testin' my limits
You'll take your last breath in less than a minute
Y'all some timid, average pretenders...ain't actually contenders
I'll fuckin' shatter you, let that be remembered
We savages, on tracks, sabotage your agenda
Try to enter in my cypher and tragically get dismembered
Let's have it! No confusion, you will suffer contusions
And that's includin' any rapper who think it's somethin' they provin'
Keep movin'! This mic is a multifunctional unit
Used to amplify the voice and leave you punctured and wounded
The truest, respect due to the Dimension of Q
It's set to take over the world in a relentless pursuit
Most definite, it's evident, competition is hesitant
MC's with any sense of content, not to contend with this
That's how they we know we're the best with fists, the penmanship
You beggin' like a bitch for the rep, to put an end to this

[Chorus x2: Equinox]
Never ever talk loosely
It's Equinox, muthafuckas best salute me
Just pay respect or we catch you with a two piece, brawl to the death
Keepin', y'all in check and rep, Q-D

[Verse 2: Equinox]
I'm obliteratin' rappers, I get to spittin', you bitches scatter
Magnificent data, I hit you with 'till you stiff cadavers
Quick to slash ya, get decapitated, diss the master
Anything you did, I eradicate, it didn't matter
The sickness captured in my chapters whip ya stature
Get your backup, switch your act up, or your shit'll splatter
I blast memory panels 'till my enemies handle
The penalty for rappin' is death, I'm meant to be Pharaoh
Yeah, you mentally shallow, you can't understand
In music and hand to hand, my band'll damage your clan
My grammar's like brandishin' hammers at panickin' fans
Rather than stand like the man, you'll abandon your fam
Commanders with plans, stackin' them grands to sling the industry
Aim to maim you physically, the name'll reign in infamy
Blaze your main infantry, attain his pain instantly
Plain and simp-ly, I came to claim the game convincibly

[Chorus x2: King Syze]
Never ever talk loosely
It's King Syze, muthafuckas best salute me
Pay respect or we catch you with a two piece, brawl to the death
Keepin', y'all in check and rep, Q-D

[Verse 3: King Syze]
Yeah...Yo..
I'm the offspring of Jesus
My pen breezes, it'll send seizures
And since a fetus, thoughts of a leader to be prestigious
I'm all about peace, but please don't get me upset
Five shots, six shooters...Russian roulette
Two in the frame, two in the brain, one in your neck
Two in the same, usual pain, just wanted respect
You's a child in the booth, afraid to confess
You so wide from the truth, that makes me the best
And I don't need no punchlines
I'd rather punch you in your fuckin' spine
Talkin' shit? That'll be the last time
And now niggas wanna battle for bread
I'm a quick score, niggas couldn't cover the spread
Proposin' a toast, to meet the upmost
Supernatural cat that touch toast and buck ghosts
For the most part...man, I'll let you tell it
If I ain't the best, it must be 'Nox and Killa Rellik

[Outro: King Syze]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
King Syze, Poynt Blanc
Showgun on the track, you know what it's hittin' for
Army of the Pharaohs, Q-Dimension, nigga
2005, Syzemology, comin' to bang y'all in the muthafuckin' head
Never ever talk loosely...fuck around, end up with a two piece
Your simple words just don't move me
Yeah...