Vinnie Paz, Sabac, Planetary, King Syze - The Onslaught lyrics

My minds racing at the speed of life
My emotions run deep into the sea
You can't breath on mics
Like twenty-thousand leagues under the seas
Hunger, disease, thunder
IV's till I bleed thunder
In a coma till the needles pour Coronas
When I'm equal to the soul or
Yet evil when I roll up on my off days
I call phase then we spar in a cage
Fight with words while we brawl on a page
We the craziest
Nigga you can call us rap saviors
Pharaohs with a tongue sharp
Slicing through your radius
Perfect, precision of a Shanghai knight
Fight battles, scream victory, hang my mic
It's a blessing
Holy water splash from a reverend
Blast through your congregation
You're too feminine
Walk into our halls of medicine
When they let us in, you better not sleep
We on the creep, it's done again

I'm from the Village of the Damned
With two buckets of blood in my hand
I had money back when Betho
Was fucking with Cam
I used to use the nine, Taurus, but fuck it
It jammed i used to be in rhyme wars
With the roughest of men
I'm destructive with hands
Nice with the shotty
You can meet the coroner, ice on the body
I don't play no more, life is a Hell
Kill the king daddy, knife in the Citadel
You can get it however you
Want it little crumb
I could leave the microphone bloody
Cripple drums
I'm the fucking warlord, blood stained floor
I'm the opposite off pure, drugs, pain, war
I'm the reason why you wake in your sleep
The reason everybody scared to have
A race on the beat they facing defeat
Vinnie P amazing with heat
Knife in they back with they
Fucking face in the creek faggot

There's something 'bout the way we rock
That got the crowd going wild every time
We come and blow the spot
Man, there's something 'bout the
Way we spit
That got niggas in the streets in
They whips tryna play these hit's

There's something 'bout the way we rock
That got the crowd in the marsh every
Time we come and blow the spot
Man, there's something 'bout the
Way we spit that got niggas in the hood in
They whips tryna play these hit's

I speak in world accent
Live life without limit's
All about action, most y'all about gimmicks
And y'all finished, I can see the mirage
Y'all be acting devilish
But still be speaking to god
I'm reaching the stars
My mind is off to Egypt
Sabac is agnostics, so walk with Jesus
My thoughts are thesis, y'all talk facetious
Bitch motherfuckers rip you all to pieces
You often beasted, we Portericains
Sicilian motherfuckers who will
Toss you beatings
Unique individuals creeping with criminals
War is so blatant and peace is subliminal
I'm killing you in principal
No ones invincible think it through
What the fuck you think guns was meant to do?
I sentence you to a life of torture and pain
Half these bitch motherfuckers don't
Belong in this game

Ringing the alarm
Swearing that you killing the song
Real murderers killing the foundation your
Shit was built on
Lets get it on, Syze stand in militant form
My militia is raw
Plus I'm lyrically gifted with bars
You pissing me off
The shit you spitting is soft
While you sitting at bars
I'm getting lifted with god
Explain it, tryna be a star
More like you did behind bars
Especially the recipe is an exceptional squad
So my music ain't deep rooted
It's more like deep hearted
So I make a promise of recrohonours
So death rule is upon us
Man, my squad are bombers on the track
Harmony style
The army Non Phixion, man we probably wild
The godliest styles
Don't think about outing us
We'll turn you into powder puffs
Who the fuck
Is doubting us? The cops locking us
Ain't no holding us there
Kings Syze, Sabac, Planetary, Vinnie Paz
What?
There's something 'bout the way we rock
That got the crowd going wild every time
We come and blow the spot
Man, there's something 'bout the
Way we spit
That got niggas in the streets in
They whips tryna play these hit's

There's something 'bout the way we rock
That got the crowd in the marsh every
Time we come and blow the spot
Man, there's something 'bout the
Way we spit that got niggas in the hood in
They whips tryna play these hit's