[Intro:]

Yeah...King Syze, uh!

Q-D! Army of the Pharaohs

Check it out

Uh...yo...


[Chorus 1:]

I've been, under the surface, man, but guess who's back?

King Syze, motherfucker, on a Jon Doe track

And it's been a little bit since you heard from me

But I been havin' y'all fiendin', man, purposely


[Chorus 2: x2]

Yo, it's been a long time, I know, it ain't fair

The population waited enough, yo, I'm here

It's been a long time since I blessed the masses

The main attraction, why y'all talkin' 'bout rappin'?


[Verse 1:]

Yo, yo, yo...

Bang my shit through your headphones and get your head blown

I'm 20 for 20, with 20 ??? in the rap zone

Field goal niggaz come short, only half the stat

Detach your cap, death trap in the rappin' match

My habitat: of course, rough sports

Sometimes I'm off course, lookin' for the source

And when I stretch from a long day

Hard pay, better get out the dog's way, no delay

Don't fuck with Syze, come on, watch how I leave a hole in your chest

Invisible to the naked eye

The doc won't know, he'll be injectin' you breath

But you'll be bleedin' 'till ain't shit but skin and skeleton left

Every test, just a path to see who's next

Just a way to measure who can stand, chest to chest

On this mic, I'm pleadin' guilty, but confessin' to death

And I'm here to take the game and you can have what's left


[Chorus 1]


[Chorus 2: x2]


[Verse 2:]

Watch yo back motherfucker, King Syze the hurricane

Street gentleman with a well-deserved name

(I'm hot) I burn flame, (You not) You cold rain

Hip-hop's my first name, this rap's my last days

I spit the worst pain, the pressure will burst veins

My first reign: way before the Earth came

Your shit is phony, don't know me, go get your homies

I'm hittin' harder than Jim Tomey, and y'all niggaz don't know me

I feel like the world owes me, gimme that

I'm spittin' scriptural for Biblical cats, criminals with pitiful raps

Lyrical stats: pinnacle and critical to my map

Check it out now...nowhere I'm gonna end up, ten-hut

Goin' long and deep, fuck drama in the streets

I'm bringin' karma on beats, palmin' the heat

Only if my life's in danger

Come on, dog, that's a no-brainer

And to this mic, man, I ain't no stranger

That's why I rearrange ya, pour straight out the fuckin' manger


[Chorus 1: with variations]


[Chorus 2: x2]