Syonanto Son - X'Statix, Psykes, Psykes, X'Statix

I was raised in the light of the Syonanto sun

Stay connected in Shinto with the last shogun

There be no one, who draws similar mic swords

The Kamakura Shogunate resurrected, we be the mic lords

It’s Psykes and X to da Statix

Ignite rings of fire with swinging sword techniques

The Koto strings gotcha screaming at the skyline

The 6 katanas from the regiment will derange your bloodline

And the X gang, we always spit fire

Code of the black Samurai, it’s death before dishonour

Respect the emblem son

Cause the last one got his blood splat as the red circle on the flag of the

rising, sun

Yo clear the clouds sun sets upon Orion

Enter the Dragon, open combat infiltration

I keep it real like Osiris on the movement

The great descendant, I was born to kill deceptions

Now, who be the one swinging the sword they call Excalibur

The highlander, son transfixed to your agenda

The real techniques, shinobi samurai tactics

Psykes the arsonist, Xstatix with the sword flicks

Technically, the conflict was never hidden

But still steady shining facing through alot of turbulence

In this jungle who the fuck you wanna test with

It’s xs1 best believe we gonna kill this

Combination of the samurais, you gotta see we

Degrade your reputation leading you to hara-kiri

The tanto, will be the death to your many men

Ending your generation marking X on your abdomen

From down south, we emerge through this light rays

We go suicidal, kamikaze on your bright days

The sensei respect your master splinter

You can never decode the scriptures that we deliver

Stay close, and live by the code of Bushido

100% casualty everywhere that we go

No end to this, we reloaded like the Matrix

The dark espionage, recognize Psyke’Xtatix

I be the bringer of light with multi-spectrums of mics

The archangel, I breathe the words that I write

So you can recite the doctrines of my dogma

Illuminate the 7 wheels of your chakra

Every time we deliver lyrical fatwa

It’s like a recital of a magical mantra

This is a stickup so you best to put your hands up

Or rhyme pellets hit your every frame for you to soak it up

The shaman rain dance till NVMBR reigns

Precipitate the raindrops till we flood the game

Psychedelic visions from the mind’s eye

When clouds clear we gon reappear as the sunrise

After November rains, it’s the rise of the Syonanto sun

You better run cause we coming for your head son

With ninja tactics and skills of ninjitsu

Assassinate the enemy without leaving a single clue

Deadly silent, the style is silent deadly

Decapitate the target, hanging heads of our enemy

Jedi Mind Tricks, mess you up mentally

Stab you in the back with our poison weaponry

It’s the, art of murder and concealment

With black robes on, moving like shadow movement

Swinging sharp blades of the katana

Ready for anyone just bring it on mana-mana

Ayyo check this

Yo it’s Psykes and Xstatix

See we hardcore like those porno flick

Bitch, you suck at writing this

More like you good at sucking dick

Riding dicks

Bitch please

We spit script

Flip trip rap psychedelic

Your shit cliché, it’s really damn ironic

My average rhyme is turning you phobic

See I’m so so sick please get me more than a clinic

You can never manage my epidemic

We standing on a scenic centric

Hover fly high like chronic

See I really don’t need your 5 mic classic

This music flows through our veins that’s more like it

Don’t fuck with this movement cause you know we moving

Constantly stay fluent cause you know we know what we doing

Rhyme militants fire flow spitting

The rhyme and reason why we crumbling your whole continent