Blitz Inc. - King Syze, 7L, Esoteric

Yeah!

Blitz, Incorporated, nigga, we comin' to get y’all niggas

Uh!

Army of the Pharaohs

Check it out, yo…

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 niggas challenge their fate

Yeah… yeah this is war, cousin;

I cock 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

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 distribution 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

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