Intro. King Syze:
Yeah, Blitz Incorporated n***a we comin' to get y'all n***as. Uh, Army Of The Pharaohs, check it out yo.
Chorus. King Syze: Best believe, we roll up on your squad like a Blitzkreig.
Better get your man or would you rather see him bleed?
We here now, we aint got time to wait.
Make no mistake real n***as challenge their fate.
Verse1. Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Hologram:
Yeah... Yeah this is war cousin, i co*k the hammer and k**, its Vinnie Pazienza outta Hamburger Hill.
You ramblin' still? We scramblin' still.
If the beats doesn't get you , then the ambulance will.
So hand me the steel.
I fire iron when, I find a f*ggot caught in the spell of Leviathan.
I keep my eye on him.
'Coz he a ba*tard, severed the head of the gator in lake Placid.
You mother f**ers is blind you need gla**es, 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-laws hugs.
We the veterans that'l be sendin y'all slugs, but we gentlemen so tell 'em its all love.
Verse 2. King Syze:
Yo, yo im demented n***a, be prepared for what you're 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', emcee's be gettin' murdered.
I'm one of a kind, puttin' 1 up in your f**in' spine, when i get to shine, believe its through the grind.
Damn right we co*ky, I fell no one can rock wit' us, i bless the mic religious, on track i spit ignorant.
Somethin you never heard, gigantic with every word, gigantic with every slur, most stagnant with every herb.
Yo, but more pollution, this beats therapeutic solution, my disputes sendin rappers into execution.
d**h row, Syze got the best flow, Y'all lazy mother f**ers talkin' 'bout "Leeeets blow!".
All of us, Q-D plus, yeah we goin' right by you like an off-duty bus, n***a.
Chorus.
King Syze: Best believe, we roll up on your squad like a Blitzkreig.
Better get your man or would you rather see him bleed?
We here now, we aint got time to wait.
Make no mistake real n***as challenge their fate.
Verse 3. Esoteric:
Ayo my words murder sets, I'll Blitzkreig your league like a German vet.
Bulls eye, slash through your turtle neck.
And bones to pick, hit two hundred and six.
Im runnin' with cliques that'l hit you like a ton on bricks.
Straight put you in a ditch like a mob-related d**h.
I take it to your chest make a mess of your flesh.
My paragraphs breath hate, I was sent to heaven, resurrected with a clean slate, now i sleep 'till late.
Men in each state dead from this, The Esoterorist, the real mother f**er like Oedipus.
Your patheticness is why, you mother f**ers touch the mic and die.
Guilty as the plea, King Syze and Co-D.They wont let us go free, blood thristy k**ers, phychological thriller, beatin' my chest like gorillas.
We got the city in smash, y'all pitty's just trash, while you small-timers finishin' last.
Chorus x2.
King Syze:
Best believe, we roll up on your squad like a Blitzkreig.
Better get your man or would you raher see him bleed?
We here now, we aint got time to wait.
Make no mistake real n***as challenge their fate.