Vinnie Paz, Esoteric, King Syze, 7L - Blitz Inc. lyrics

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

Yeahyeah 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 steeli fire iron when
I find a faggot caught in
The spell of Leviathan
I keep my eye on himcause 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 fascistand 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, yoyo 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 whyyou
Motherfuckers touch the mic and die
Guilty is the plea, King Syze the co-D
They won't let us
Go freebloodthirsty 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