(feat. Esoteric, Vinnie Paz)

[Intro: King Syze]

Yeah!
Blitz, Incorporated, ^!$$%, we comin' to get y'all ^!$$%z
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 ^!$$%z 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 !@$)got caught in the spell of Leviathan

I keep my eye on him...'cause he a !@$(
Sever the head of the gator in Lake Placid
You mother$#&@ers 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, ^!$$%; 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 $#&@in' spine
When I get to shine, believe it's through the grind

Damn right, we @@#!y; 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 mother$#&@ers talkin' 'bout "Leeet's blow!"
All of us; Q-D plus

Yeah, we goin' right by you like an off-duty bus, ^!$$%

[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 mother$#&@er like Oedipus

Your patheticness is why...you mother$#&@ers 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]