Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blitz Inc., artist - King Syze. Album song The Essential Collabo Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Blitz Inc. |
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 |