(feat. Poynt Blanc)


[Intro: Rellik]

Yeah...y'all know what it is

That Poynt Blanc, King Syze shit

That live shit


[Chorus x2: Rellik]

Never ever talk loosely

It's Killa Rellik, muthafuckas best salute me

Just pay respect or we catch you with a two piece, brawl to the death

Keepin', y'all in check and rep, Q-D


[Verse 1: Rellik]

It's the best in the business, you think of testin' my limits

You'll take your last breath in less than a minute

Y'all some timid, average pretenders...ain't actually contenders

I'll fuckin' shatter you, let that be remembered

We savages, on tracks, sabotage your agenda

Try to enter in my cypher and tragically get dismembered

Let's have it! No confusion, you will suffer contusions

And that's includin' any rapper who think it's somethin' they provin'

Keep movin'! This mic is a multifunctional unit

Used to amplify the voice and leave you punctured and wounded

The truest, respect due to the Dimension of Q

It's set to take over the world in a relentless pursuit

Most definite, it's evident, competition is hesitant

MC's with any sense of content, not to contend with this

That's how they we know we're the best with fists, the penmanship

You beggin' like a bitch for the rep, to put an end to this


[Chorus x2: Equinox]

Never ever talk loosely

It's Equinox, muthafuckas best salute me

Just pay respect or we catch you with a two piece, brawl to the death

Keepin', y'all in check and rep, Q-D


[Verse 2: Equinox]

I'm obliteratin' rappers, I get to spittin', you bitches scatter

Magnificent data, I hit you with 'till you stiff cadavers

Quick to slash ya, get decapitated, diss the master

Anything you did, I eradicate, it didn't matter

The sickness captured in my chapters whip ya stature

Get your backup, switch your act up, or your shit'll splatter

I blast memory panels 'till my enemies handle

The penalty for rappin' is death, I'm meant to be Pharaoh

Yeah, you mentally shallow, you can't understand

In music and hand to hand, my band'll damage your clan

My grammar's like brandishin' hammers at panickin' fans

Rather than stand like the man, you'll abandon your fam

Commanders with plans, stackin' them grands to sling the industry

Aim to maim you physically, the name'll reign in infamy

Blaze your main infantry, attain his pain instantly

Plain and simp-ly, I came to claim the game convincibly


[Chorus x2: King Syze]

Never ever talk loosely

It's King Syze, muthafuckas best salute me

Pay respect or we catch you with a two piece, brawl to the death

Keepin', y'all in check and rep, Q-D


[Verse 3: King Syze]

Yeah...Yo..

I'm the offspring of Jesus

My pen breezes, it'll send seizures

And since a fetus, thoughts of a leader to be prestigious

I'm all about peace, but please don't get me upset

Five shots, six shooters...Russian roulette

Two in the frame, two in the brain, one in your neck

Two in the same, usual pain, just wanted respect

You's a child in the booth, afraid to confess

You so wide from the truth, that makes me the best

And I don't need no punchlines

I'd rather punch you in your fuckin' spine

Talkin' shit? That'll be the last time

And now niggas wanna battle for bread

I'm a quick score, niggas couldn't cover the spread

Proposin' a toast, to meet the upmost

Supernatural cat that touch toast and buck ghosts

For the most part...man, I'll let you tell it

If I ain't the best, it must be 'Nox and Killa Rellik


[Outro: King Syze]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

King Syze, Poynt Blanc

Showgun on the track, you know what it's hittin' for

Army of the Pharaohs, Q-Dimension, nigga

2005, Syzemology, comin' to bang y'all in the muthafuckin' head

Never ever talk loosely...fuck around, end up with a two piece

Your simple words just don't move me

Yeah...