King Syze - Roll Out The Red lyrics

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[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]