[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...
[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
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[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
[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
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[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
