7L - Blitz Inc. lyrics

[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... [Hook: 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 n***as challenge their fate [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah...yeah this is war, cousin; I co*k the hammer and k** 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 f*ggot caught in the spell of Leviathan I keep my eye on him...cause he a ba*tard Sever the head of the gator in Lake Placid You motherf**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-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, n***a; 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 f**in' spine When I get to shine, believe it's through the grind Damn right, we co*ky; 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 d**h row, Syze got the best flow Y'all lazy motherf**ers talkin' 'bout "Leeet's blow!" All of us; Q-D plus Yeah, we goin' right by you like an off-duty bus, n***a [Hook] [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 d**h 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 motherf**er like Oedipus Your patheticness is why...you motherf**ers touch the mic and die Guilty is the plea, King Syze the co-D They won't let us go free...Bloodthirsty k**ers 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 [Hook] {2X}