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Syze Matters

by Syze

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1.
I’m back now, ya thought I was gone/ I was slaughterin’ swans, tryna talk to the Fonz/ Reading Solomon’s Songs in the autumn at dawn/ ‘N’ martyrin’ all those with a powerful cause/ I hope your ottoman’s strong cuz your heads goin’ through it/ In a bed soaked with fluid I lay low with nudists/ Join the BNP like “hey yo I’m Jewish"/ And they know I should just say no to Buddhists/ Play notes of music, J-Lo is boobless/ Follow Syze and Duke until they blow like Muslims/ Meanwhile at the Legion of Doom/ They were leavin’ the room cuz from evenin’ to noon/ I was breathin’ in fumes, sittin’ readin’ the rules/ Spittin’ demons at fools, stickin’ semen to boobs/ You should believe in the truth, how could you even assume/ I like cunnilingus? I’m a cunning linguist/ This ain’t a funny language, it’s just stunning English/ I never done a thing bitch and you can’t prove shit/ I whip tattooed chicks with bamboo sticks/ Get a brand new bitch with sand dune tits/ Gettin’ passionate watchin’ National Lampoon skits/ Now I plan to spit brand new shit/ And release ‘em every weekend like Man U kits/ Damn who’s next to get their ass ripped up?/ Think glass is tough? I smash plastic cups/ My fantastic buzz is reachin’ its apex/ Spend each of my pay cheques on features and guest raps/ Lay teachers on desktops, they queef and their flesh pops/ And cartwheel til the heart beat in my chest stops/ I’m a man of my word/ To be found with cows tryna panic the herd/ I’m a tonic for sure/ With a dick big enough to make a mannequin squirt/ Do ya wanna get hurt? I’ll make him bleed redder/ Take him through a meat shredder 'til he’s deader than Heath Ledger/ The key player in Hip-Hop/ Stick cops in choke hold hip-locks in their local chip shops/ This is total Brit Pop, made an album and it sucked/ Shucks, I’ll just mush Damon Albarn to a pulp/
2.
Heat 03:13
Retards listen, if you’ve got hard disses/ I hope you're armed bitches, like star fishes/ Fuck with my flow? Nah, every bar’s fridget/ And girls? Got more tricks than card wizards/ Every bar’s vicious – and that’s known for a fact/ With a knack to attack every bone in your back/ I’m known to dissect verses so be careful when you write/ I’m the big dog, it feels like a gerbil when you bite/ And you’re pissed off cuz the bitches like me/ It’s the countdown to your death like Richard Whitely/ So sit there quietly, keepin’ it shut/ And a like a squirrel your girl I’ll have her eatin’ a nut/ Treat her like a bowling ball of a whore/ Three holes filled, tossed in the gutter, pops up callin’ for more/ And that style that you’re spittin’ with? Come on end it/ Your shit is pointless man - like a run on sentence/ If it’s hot rhymes you want – I got some (Got some)/ Yo Syze - your rhymes are hot son (Hot son)/ Shady motherfuckers – Gotta watch ‘em (Watch ‘em)/ Fuckin’ with me is not an option (Option)/ If it’s hot rhymes you want – I got some (Got some)/ Yo Syze - your rhymes are hot son (Hot son)/ Shady motherfuckers – Gotta watch ‘em (Watch ‘em)/ Fuckin’ with me is not an option (Option)/ My rhymes are like new borns – they ooin’ and aahin’/ Leave you on the carpet bitch like you were Aladdin/ I’m too young for commitment – we should be screwin’ and laughin’/ Relationship offers? Got a few and don’t want ‘em/ Tryna trap me, lookin’ for a chance to shoot out a kid/ These sluts make me wish Adam never took out a rib/ But don’t get me wrong, I’ll cock your bitch and/ You’ll lose patience quicker than Doctor Shipman/ We hot as shit and if you flap your lips man/ I got a right hook that’ll drop you quick – damn!/ Hip-Hop is shit and I’m bored of it/ You aren’t helpin’ either man I just ignore your shit/ You wanna battle? You’re shit man so yeah let’s start/ And all my tracks are a hit man – like Bret Hart/ Hip-Hop now – full of dicks and pretenders/ Put a hole in your face like that chick from Eastenders/ If it’s hot rhymes you want – I got some (Got some)/ Yo Syze - your rhymes are hot son (Hot son)/ Shady motherfuckers – Gotta watch ‘em (Watch ‘em)/ Fuckin’ with me is not an option (Option)/ If it’s hot rhymes you want – I got some (Got some)/ Yo Syze - your rhymes are hot son (Hot son)/ Shady motherfuckers – Gotta watch ‘em (Watch ‘em)/ Fuckin’ with me is not an option (Option)/
3.
I’m statin’ facts I broke into the game the safe is cracked/ Fade to black, I’m breakin’ backs by takin’ steps on pavement cracks/ The maniac, braniac startin’ up a chain react/ It’s lights out at the White House when I paint it black/ Race trains on tracks, make ya put my tape in decks/ Go to Xtra Vision, ask them "where’s the betamax?"/ I hate the fact that no one recognises lyrics/ That are skilled, I’ll kill, step to Syze you’re finished/ Petrified in minutes, nah terrified in seconds/ I carry knives and weapons, lemme apply my methods/ Of acupuncture, in your back and lungs sure/ I act the cunt, you’re brain is back to front/ If ya think that on the mic I’m ever outshined/ Every time my name is mentioned a river trout dies/ Never doubt Syze, I’m livin’ outside/ The box, its locked and I’m givin’ out knives/ You don’t want to go to sleep/ Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming/ You know that he will haunt your dreams/ Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming/ First come first serve first I’ve come to serve ya/ I’d love to hurt ya, on the run for murder/ It’s a fantasy that constantly demands fulfilment/ Guns are clappin’, huntin’ rappers with commands to kill them/ Dick heads assumin’ they’re right I shoot ‘em on sight/ On a cliffs edge jump to the conclusion of life/ I’m absusin’ your mind, got delusions of grandeur/ No fans in your stands, got confused with the rapture/ I’m losin’ the laughter that inhabits my life/ Running home with my funny bone stabbed with a knife/ Sleep on slabs every night, tossin’ and turnin’/ Till in a coffin’ or urn, my soul lost in the furnace/ Be cautious and careful, get out now after/ I’ve coughed up asthma and shit out bowel cancer/ Cut ya 'til I get to the dark meat/ Open your chest, hoke in your flesh and spit to your heartbeat/ You don’t want to go to sleep/ Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming/ You know that he will haunt your dreams/ Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming, Syze is coming/
4.
A mind like mine when it lays a track it’ll kill a mic/ The kinda guy that brings a bayonet to a pillow fight/ Still a psycho I might go “blam!”/ Like nitro, I need some Nyquil - calm/ “You’re an hour late - take one Syze”/ I’ll take your sour grapes and make some wine/ I’ll take all night 'til I break sunlight/ I’m gonna drag it out like a Drake punchline/ My ray guns primed, pull it to greet strangers/ Russian Roulette with a bullet in each chamber/ You’re cussin’ the fact I’ve the stomach to eat danger/ It’s somethin’ to snack I love it it beats Quavers/ Get bitch slapped pitch black or until my wrist snaps/ Kick your six-pack your ribs crack on impact/ So get back - I’m a mental psycho/ Kinda like your girl on her menstrual cycle/ We ain't got no time to waste, every rhyme we make/ Well it be kinda great, and you lie like snakes/ In the grass just waitin' to strike us/ But you know that you can't because we're the nicest/ We ain't got no time to waste, every rhyme we make/ Well it be kinda great, and you lie like snakes/ In the grass just waitin' to strike us/ But you know that you can't because we're the nicest/
5.
On & On 02:30
From sittin’ in parks, spittin’ my bars/ Wrist full of scars, it was writtin’ in stars/ That one day some way I was destined for more/ A runaway, gun to spray, on a quest to the door/ That’s outta reach, about to teach a class in lyrical mastery/ In battles beat ya ass make ya scared to go after me/ It’s therapy calmin’ me, like holdin’ my dick/ Findin’ time to record between overtime shifts/ I know that I’m sick, but no one agrees/ Where’s the next great rapper? I’ll show ‘em it’s me/ To me flowin’s a breeze, whether poems or frees/ Or written’s, I’m spittin’, not goin’ to breath/ Like growin’ from seeds my ideas form/ I lie here bored fast light years forward/ Got a priceless flow, to me a grand is worthless/ Whether planned, rehearsed or just random verses/ A lotta these problems are family dramas/ They say you shape your own like pottery classes/ My ass is in and outta hell like sins are/ My brother is in and outta cells like sim cards/ It been hard, he’s done wrong but nothin’ unforgivable/ Told how to live and who he’s he gonna live with too/ “He’s not gonna live with you and not his parents or girlfriend/ And if he sees his kids you can be sure that the world ends”/ He’s no angel but inside it’s killin’ me/ He’s a frightened kid to me and his life’s a misery/ Where’s the violent killin’ spree? The criminal genius?/ He’s a schizophrenic father that’s livin’ for Jesus/ Nothin’ ever will please the social services/ Rock the boat on purpose its total nervousness/ No hope, no certainty its crazy see/ They take kids from good homes and miss Baby P?/
6.
Tell It 02:35
Tell it to my heart you know the thing that you gripped so hard?/ And ripped apart, you make being a bitch an art/ Ever since the start – you were nothin’ but trouble/ You didn’t cheat? Did I come up the Bann in a bubble?/ I’ve panicked and struggled, got frantic and juggled/ Jobs to support us both cuz I’m your man and I love you/ I just wanted to hug you and keep you sheltered/ When you were hurtin’ it was also me me who felt it/ But you knocked me down and kicked dirt in my face/ Took my heart and left nothin’ but hurt in its place/ When I needed your support – I tripped and fell/ Glimpsed the face of this angel as a bitch from hell/ Act like your shit don’t smell – this girl needs reality/ You’re a bitch our sex was beastiality/ I’ve tasted tears but I’ve faced my fears/ Regret the end? No I regret the wasted years/ Tell it to my dick bitch, like I give a shit/ “Are you gonna be okay? Can you live with it?”/ Who the fuck the think you are? “But you just cried”/ It’s a nuisance Syze but you must try suicide/ Damn girl you don’t need the love of a man/ You love yourself far more than another one can/ Your own number one fan, all smothered in tan/ It looks like your own shit you’re covered in, damn/ Fled on a plane cuz you couldn’t cope with prison/ Sheddin’ the weight, hmm, is that the coke addiction?/ I hope it isn’t, but I know it is and/ You suck so much cock you might choke on jism/ So note the wisdom that I’m passin’ to ya/ Cuz coke it is now just like aspirin to ya/ I’ll celebrate when they say you’re comatose/ Refused heaven’s gates on the day you overdose/
7.
Nightmares 02:36
I’ve found a way to make abortions quicker/ Stick a fork up in her and have stork for dinner/ I’m Schwarzenegger at his trigger happy best/ So get a crappy vest before I give ya lots of rest/ An eternities worth, I’m the worst of the worst/ I’m reversin’ your birth so the hearse is dispersed/ Every verse is a curse – put a hex on you/ Attack ya too, you’re black and blue - this is Tekken 2/ Electrocute anybody for a grand, a pound/ Choke ya with your own older brothers hand me downs/ Stand your ground – that’s the ground that I’ll bury you in/ The plan is now to find a bag that’ll carry your limbs/ Am I threatenin’ him? It’s not a threat it’s a promise/ You can bet that I’m honest when I’m settlin’ problems/ At my best when in dramas and I get the rub of the/ Green, and I dream of slittin’ jugulars/ I wanna play a game now so just lay your head down/ Forget the pain in your brain and don’t be afraid now/ The breath in your chest now’s the time to hold it/ Try to focus on your final moments/ Inside you’re hopin’ it’s just a nightmare/ But your eyes are open and I’m standin’ right there/ With a grin on my face and a blade in my hand/ Hope your sins are in place cuz your fate is at hand/ And your soul is cleansed cuz you know that hell is an open well in which you’re gonna dwell/ This is food for thought, to me your thoughts are food/ I scour and devour, when you’re caught its “BOO!”/ I’ll keep ‘em guessin’ what I ought to do/ I’ll teach ‘em lessons never taught in school/ Like how to give a hurtin’ ‘til they’re feelin’ the torture/ And how to skin a person like you’re peelin’ an orange/ I’m revealin’ the horrors inside my psyche/ Not revealin’ the sources cuz they’re kinda frightening/ I strike like lightening but you will see me comin’/ When I’m fuckin’ your eye socket and still I’ll be huntin’/ Every kill is a rush an adrenaline hit/ Performin’ enemas with a fuckin' venomous snake/ Ten of us wait on one mother at a time/ Pick ‘em off, kill ‘em all then I kill the other nine/ Sink my teeth into them as feast on their flesh/ No Colgate their raw taste I keep on my breath/
8.
Stop Me 02:28
Listen and understand, I'm dissin' another man/ Fistin' his mother and shit in his brothers hat/ This is the Judderman, itchin' to cut a fan/ Stitch him with rubber bands, ditch him in Sunderland/ Bitches at Funderland sit with this fanny man/ Tits in a wonderbra, clits in his chubby hand/ Pissed in a bubbly can and downed it too/ Walk around the zoo makin' a sound like "Mooooooo!"/ All the chicks I've met have dissed my tracks/ Look me up and down like "This guy raps?"/ Hell yeah bitch and I'm the best to do it/ God blessed my music so invest into it/ Hit your breasts with fluid on a quest to screw chicks/ And when I use the tongue it's like the best of two dicks/ Got a lotta dick hun and you gotta get some/ And you'll keep comin' back like the prodigal son/ The way I rap and the way I flow/ You can play my tracks and you'll say I'm dope/ And i just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ I just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ The way I rap and the way I flow/ You can play my tracks and you'll say I'm dope/ And i just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ I just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ Stop no talkin', spit hot flows often/ I walk in clubs the tops blow off 'em/ I'm tryna live a life that's got no problems/ That won't happen like a Stat Quo album/ The club'll not stop when I'm double hot rappin'/ About as satisfyin' as bubble wrap poppin'/ The trouble that's happenin' when I be rhymin'/ I find the fattest females and I hide behind them/ "Blimey Simon, that's not very nice!"/ Oops! Did I offend these pot bellied pigs?/ I'm only jokin', these boney hoes can/ Get fucked, curves are totally smokin'/ My phone is broken and I still got bars/ Lil Wayne - man I wanna kill that 'tard/ I'm writin' shitty rhymes and I'm sellin' 'em to Fiddy/ I'm white, skinny and sick - I'm the skeleton of Biggie/ The way I rap and the way I flow/ You can play my tracks and you'll say I'm dope/ And i just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ I just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ The way I rap and the way I flow/ You can play my tracks and you'll say I'm dope/ And i just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/ I just can't be stopped - nah, nah, nah, nah/
9.
Get back! (Get back) This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!) Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances so Get back! (Get back) This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!) Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances Critical Madness and the lyrical bad ass/ Put miserable asses in hysterical laughter/ You pitiful bastards will never get at us/ Cuz our physical statures are visibly massive/ We’re wipin’ the floor, you’re mops to us and bitches/ Our interest’s to invest in stockin’ up our fridges/ I’ll stop a bus and knick it, brawl with massive sluts and midgets/ We will beat you - Paul the octopus predicts it/ I’m throwin’ haymakers like my fist is a farmer/ You - you’re missin’ the target like you pissed on the carpet/ Karma’s a bitch, I made a bitch outta karma/ I’ll live it up until I’m wrinkled up like dicks in a sauna/ This a warnin’, I’ve caught a lot of cheaters/ When I hear you rhyme my name is onomatopoeia/ You annoy me like a song from Mamma Mia/ Said I need to get mad so I’ve gone and got a feature/ Get back! (Get back) This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!) Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances, so Get back! (Get back) This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!) Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances
10.
Snow 03:08
Aren’t Social Services supposed to care for us?/ The system we exist in don’t you dare to trust/ There's noo doubt about it – they know they’re scarin’ us/ Total nervousness, they hope they’re hurtin’ us/ Forbiddin’ children livin’ with broken parentage/ So they’re urgin’ us to go to therapists/ They hold a cure for us? Their only purpose is/ A bonus, their onus fulfill their quota percentage/ Oh you don’t know that they’ve got targets to meet?/ Its a culture full of vultures we’re the carcass, the meat/ And they’re startin’ to feast, play the part of a sheep/ They’re wolves though, look close, see the mark of the beast?/ They sharpen their teeth and they're filin’ their claws/ Widen their jaws, kidnap in the guise of a cause/ It’s damn tough, handcuffed by this life and its laws/ For this free country there’s a frightening cost/ I’ve no time for lies when it’s time to rhyme/ The only grind of mine is my nine to five/ I don’t rap for the hustle don’t rhyme for shine/ I rap cuz I love it when I find the time/ This worlds got me heading for the panicking stations/ Everyone wanna be famous, the vanity’s shameless/ I've no time to dance in bars, more things in life that’s important/ I don’t drive a fancy car - I have a wife and a mortgage/ What if I was aborted or drowned as fetus?/ Cuz neither heaven nor hell to me are soundin’ appealin’/ This is the sound of me pleadin’ to God in the skies/ My biggest fear is I might lose a job I despise/ Cuz what then? Not like I’m qualified for somethin’/ I wanna hide but I gotta swallow pride and lump it/ But fuck it, if I had to, I’d crawl on my knees/ I’ve got my wife and my health and that’s all that I need/
11.
Yo I’m back to spit this wreckless shit/ Respect me bitch or your neck is slit/ I practise witchcraft and wizardry/ Voices visit me, the choice of listening/ Is not an option, I’ve got a shotgun and I’ll take your head off/ My bakers dead cuz he didn’t make the bread the soft/ Make no mistake I’m headstrong, think I’m fake? You’re dead wrong/ I’ll take my pay boss while you make a dead loss/ I’ll make a mess of the naked chef cuz/ My steak with red sauce was caked with bread crumbs/ I’ll break your legs plus, you’ll be left for dead cunt/ We were best of friends once, can’t we make amends huh?/ I’ll rest my head just for five minutes/ Find a flea infested bed and just climb in it/ A six five midget, hands with only nine digits/ Cuz I stuck my finger in my ear and my mind bit it, try and listen/ What’s the fascination with collaborations?/ I’ll masturbate then I’ll blast your face bitch/ You bastards hate this, can’t last the pace? Quick/ I’ll smash your face with a plastic tape deck/ You’re locked in basements with maskin’ taped wrists/ My ass to face lips, the after taste’s shit/ Cause lacerations, I’ll plaster pavements/ With your last remains kid and pass the blame, shit/ When this basket case spits, he masters great hits/ I laugh at Haitians and disaster nations/ “That’s just racist!” No, that’s just tasteless/ So congratulations, you forgot the basics/ Of Hip-Hop you wasters, it’s shockin’ – face it/ I’m a rappin’ rapist in the mask of Jason/ That’ll grab a blade quick and I’ll stab your favourite/ Fuckin’ granny put your body on slabs adjacent to each other/ I never wanted trouble but you know it’s a stressed life/ It’s a constant struggle of showing my best side/ But those that want to tussle, they’re gonna get less time/ I flow to impress dimes, 'til they’re showin’ their breast size/ Like a soldier on quests I’m a man on a mission/ That’s standin’ on buildin’s with a plan and a vision/ Of handin’ a killin’ to every man and his children/ That’s plannin’ to diss him, fill the planet with wisdom/ I’m a beast with frees and a savage with writtens/ I feast on G’s and I damage their vision/ You’re not seein’ me and I’m plannin’ collisions/ I’m easily the fuckin’ man when I’m spittin’/ And damn it it isn’t a sensible decision/ To mention me when spittin’, got centuries of victims/ That were sent to me like pigeons, mentally I’m different/ You can’t escape my bars like penitentiaries and prisons/
12.
Careless 02:58
I don’t wanna jewell I’ll be flossin’ with a plastic watch/ Challenge you to a coffin and a casket match/ And this is not wrestling so do not test me/ It’s like someone set the motherfuckin’ Loch Ness free/ If rap makes me rich and able/ To ditch a label and tip the tables/ On the whole industry I’d do it in a second/ Stomp a whole viciously and ruin it for practise/ And practise makes it perfected/ Like Curt Hennig, you’re not worth jack shit/ The first wack bitch that’s tries to challenge me/ Will fly off balance beams and find an allen key/ Inside their cottage cheese, waitin’ to choke ‘em/ Debatin’ is hopeless, you’re facin’ the ghost of/ Ted Bundy but he was less hungry/ To spread some cheeks and make cunts bleed/ I’ll put ya in a cemetery ditch, you’re incredibly sick?/ I’m the remedy bitch, and the measuring stick/ Of Hip-Hop on this island, spit raps I’m a giant/ Get back I’m a viper, will snap and I’ll strike ya/ Live fast til I’m dyin’ but refuse to die young/ Don’t choose to light up but abusin’ my lungs/ Every verse that I spit is so damn fiery/ Rehearse but you’re shit - got no man tryin’ me/ I’m a showman finally gettin’ respect/ Get high off my rhymes what I’m spittin’ is crack/ You’re missin’ the fact you’ll be missin’ your teeth/ You should be kissin’ my feet cuz you can listen to me/ Walk into prisons with keys, set every prisoner free/ Find love? I fried up every fish in the sea/ Think differently, my chrome retiring rappers/ An explorer on safari settin’ fire to foxes/
13.
Let me introduce The Fallen (The Fallen)/ A demon let loose - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Born in iniquity, scorned its the sickest seed/ You're mourning its victory - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Everyone knows The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Feel it in your soul - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Forged in infinity, the course of its history/ Is torture and misery - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ It's poor mother - it's birth was unfortunate and torturous/ And all because of how extortionate abortion is/ And forcin' it until it was expelled from her system/ No well wishin' it came from hell on a mission/ From bein' held in a prison to developin' wisdom/ Cellular division, it fell into the system/ He knew his family, a gene pool anomaly/ He'd rule eventually, in pre-school a wannabe/ Bullied and picked on, sullied and spit on/ Meek and weak he was somebody to piss on/ But his stomach was Krypton - humiliation sustinence/ When he was ripped on it really gave him somethin' else/ Through centuries sent to be mentally different/ Those who mentioned he, eventually potentially victims/ Each piece on his path made a beast that was mad/ He'd reach in his past, start unleashing his wrath/ Let me introduce The Fallen (The Fallen)/ A demon let loose - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Born in iniquity, scorned its the sickest seed/ You're mourning its victory - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Everyone knows The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Feel it in your soul - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Forged in infinity, the course of its history/ Is torture and misery - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Insertin' his penis, with a squirt of his semen/ You revert to a heathen, it's the birth of a demon/ It's the first to believe in the worst of people/ Feel a burst of evil at your churches steeple/ His mind is polluted he's a miracle gone wrong/ A final solution, evil's spiritual swan song/ Felt pressure in veins that pumped immeasurable pain/ He felt alive, derived a kind of pleasure and gained/ Strength from his misery, the length of infinity/ Is how long he has waited he's a tank with artillery/ Ready to explode with a killers assault/ So run and don't look back or you're a pillar of salt/ Like Lot's wife, this hot knife will carve you up/ Its not nice on hot nights he showers in blood/ His heart is darkness like it fell in a well/ On his damn mind the fall of mankind like Hell In A Cell/ Let me introduce The Fallen (The Fallen)/ A demon let loose - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Born in iniquity, scorned its the sickest seed/ You're mourning its victory - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Everyone knows The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Feel it in your soul - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Forged in infinity, the course of its history/ Is torture and misery - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Let me introduce The Fallen (The Fallen)/ A demon let loose - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Born in iniquity, scorned its the sickest seed/ You're mourning its victory - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Everyone knows The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Feel it in your soul - The Fallen (The Fallen)/ Forged in infinity, the course of its history/ Is torture and misery - The Fallen (The Fallen)/
14.
Supremacy 02:54
Syze spittin' is similar to Socrates philosophies/ Shit, I'd sooner resemble Socrates on soccer fields/ There's no stoppin' me, I sever spines with scissors/ Subtly suggest that Satan severs ties with sinners/ It's Simple Simon sacrificin' Satans son/ Should he return, I'll end his second life with staple guns/ Jason Statham runs from me like Sonic on speed/ Give Sharon Stone sulphuric acid trips, she'll swallow my seed/ Follow my lead, your shit seems shite when ya spit it so/ I'll start to spit schemes scribed on semitic scrolls/ You'll get swiss cheese sliced and riddled with holes/ I made Chris Reeves die from a visious stroke/ Pissin' on boats till the ship starts to sink/ I've sharpened spears so I can stick sharks and squids/ I'm smart and think ya spit shitty, I spit silly/ Go to Italy and turn Sicily into sin city/ Sail the seven seas and swim the tides/ I think its nice to breast stroke 'til I sink and die/ I synchronised my heart with this instrumental/ Squeeze shit loads of symbolism in a single sentence/ Got Sainsbury's shopping sacks that I keep for smothering/ My schematics and similes get deep like submarines/ I sliced your solar plexis then I sewed and I stitched/ I stood in front of the sun - it was a solar eclipse/ I'm holdin' my dick, squirtin' semen at Zeus/ Suck in cigarette smoke and start screamin' in schools/ Sautee Steven Spielberg's skin 'til it simmers 'n' spits/ Slice your baby sisters babysitters tits with scissor kicks/ Never miss the salient fact I've got chemical weapons/ I could snatch away your soul inside several seconds/ I use sentinel methods, shhhh, silence all/ This here - a sirens song Syze recited wrong/ I suggest sign language, I'm a slitherin' snake/ That'll make you shiver and shake like a simmerin' steak/ The life I'm livin' is fake, who knew the stork could bring/ A baby born with wings and a scorpion sting?/ Whisper sinister secrets, shit's getting intricate/ Membership schemes for my sick spitting syndicate/ Live a bit, find somethin' to love a lot/ I've nothin' to rhyme with that - sufferin' suckatage/ As a postman strike through the summers span/ Return gun in hand, I'm the frickin' Son of Sam/ Spontaneous combust when my wrist is slit/ Send this to person with a fuckin' lisp to spit/
15.
Original Sin 04:00
Once upon a time on a mic Simon was smashin’/ Now that rhymin’s in fashion it’s hard findin’ my passion/ In Hip-Hop there’s always sarcasm in pleasantries/ I’ll be zip-locked before I start havin’ some enemies/ Cuz beef is those animals grazin’ the earth/ I don’t want it all – just the praise I deserve/ I’m resigned to the fact that I’m never gonna get it/ Is there a sign on my back makin’ everyone a critic?/ “Yeah you’re nice Syze but there’s no emotion in your flow”/ That’s probably because there’s no emotion in my soul/ I’m like an ocean feelin’ low, on a downer tomorrow/ My heart poundin’ is hollow, I might drown in my sorrow/ He was always willin’ to try, hope still in his eyes/ But eventually this cold world killed him inside/ Emotionless eyes cuz his hopes have just died/ He’s coastin’ through life, through the motions then dies/ A little Irish boy and he’s white/ Who’s only joy in his life is to toy with a mic/ They wanna hear what he’s got but he’s coy and he’s shy/ It’ll destroy him inside if they don’t enjoy what writes/ He gets annoyed and he fights himself every day/ His tracks they never will play, his dreams are given away/ Self hate, he chooses to fight with his shadow/ He’s tempted but refuses to hide in a bottle/ Cuz he knows that’s a step on slippery slope/ It’s like tippin’ the boat, like someone’s givin’ him rope/ And they want him to hang but this prisoner won’t/ Only a thread left but he’s livin’ in hope/ And as long as he has that it’s all that needs/ He can fall with the leaves cuz he’ll crawl on his knees/ And he’ll pick himself up and dust himself off/ But he cried himself to sleep at night because he felt lost/ He wanted them to know how good he was so his courage was plucked/ They said his lyrics just sucked and his spirit was crushed/ He couldn’t bare it it was the ultimate blow/ He would sulk and get low, they were full of shit though/ But the thought that they were just never occurred/ He was left with a voice that would never be heard/ He never deserved the hand he was dealt/ Became a man by himself but be damned if felt/ Anything for anyone, he never lived happily/ No love, no hate, all he ever felt was apathy/ No family and no legacy left/ He was beggin’ for death cuz his head was a mess/ He stayed in his bed though he barely slept/ Friends were scarcely met and more rarely kept/ Nobody wept, nobody stood at his graveside/ This is the future, will anyone save Syze?/
16.
The Famine 04:21
Straight from the land of knee cappin’s and punishment beatin’s/ Where any man with weak rappin’ is gunna get eatin’/ Where drug dealin’ is rampant and bigotry reigns/ Thugs steal what they want and they never refrain/ From smokin’ those that offend ‘em and wanna get near ‘em/ Poke your nose in and end up like Veronica Guerin/ It’s just a commentary here and you’ll have to pardon my ignorance/ But why were educations in the hands of Martin McGuinness?/ From the start to the finish, since the troubles began/ There’s people runnin’ this land that have blood on their hands/ Forefathers of our troubles we forgot to thank you/ More slaughtered since Arbuckle got shot in Shankill/ And for what? The life of every person ya took/ The curtains were drew cuz you interpret a book/ Slightly differently? Thought you might be kiddin’ me/ No joke, that’s the reason for the nightly killin’ sprees/ April 10th '98 – the Good Friday Agreement/ The date that meant things’d change – you might say appeasement/ Disarmament – but they full of it cuz/ They’re still harmin’ us, they just traded bullets for drugs/ No pain, we expected we were done with the problems/ Then cocaine and ecstasy flooded the province/ And the blood on their hands it wouldn’t wash off with ease/ Makin’ a killin’, take it to children, get ‘em smashed off of E’s/ I gotta say now I’m bettin’ that that shit shook ‘em up/ They laid down their weapons and the kids took ‘em up/ He-Man and Action Men for knives and knucks/ Its e-tabs they snack on when its time for tuck/ Then they takin’ to the streets for crime and stuff/ They’ll make ya feel the heat like the climate’s stuck/ Pocket money? Stop it dummy you’d have half that if you could/ Random stabbin’s that they havin’ laughs at on You Tube/ Since devolution who sees improvements?/ We need solutions to the streets pollution/ I’m not talkin’ bout garbage, we walk around heartless/ The number one job is chalk on ground artist/ That awful sound starts and we’re coffin bound targets/ We’re on the ground scarred like lost and found parts/ It’s a danger zone, we’re not safe at home/ They place the chrome to your face and dome, your brains are blown, it’s saved on phones/ Where the strangers roam is where you don’t wanna be/ Cuz it could be you and this no lottery/ That you wanna win, they got us in a terrible predicament/ I’m sick of it, ridiculous, a miracle we’re livin’ in/ These days and times, there’s a problem in the streets/ I’ve fed your mind cuz there’s a famine in streets/ And damn it I believe we can’t pretend – it’s hopeless/ Read Revelations – the end approaches/
17.
When I take some pages, and make the pen and ‘em touch/ No I can’t explain it, it’s like adrenalin rush/ It’s like my naked brain is filled with venom and such/ And it opens up my throat like the Benylin does/ I start spewin’ pronouns and dispatchin’ the verbs/ Matchin’ up words so sick it’s like catchin’ a germ/ But I like it – more rhymes displayed when I’m writin’/ Sore mind, I’m seein’ four lines ahead like I’m psychic/ But to check I’m very nice ya don’t need secondary sight/ Look at my record on the mic, shit I wreck it every night/ I spit my verse to it then I swallow it whole/ Let my dick disperse fluid then I follow you home/ And sit outside your bedroom window while you’re sound asleep/ Pace up and down the street, oh look I found the key/ You’ll be left with wrists bound to knees/ I’ll take a quick piss and you’ll drown in pee/ You’re a clown to me – somethin’ that’s makin’ me laugh/ If he’s a snake in the grass, fuck him I’ll break him half/ If she’s shakin’ her ass, I’ll strip her naked and fast/ And if her cherry’s still intact then I’ll take it and laugh/ In the dark I snack on death and I’ll start to smack your chest/ Till your cardiac arrests, “It’s a heart attack from stress”/ That’s the coroners report and if it’s taken to trial/ Fuck it I’ll fake it and smile at the mourners in the court/ I wasn’t born I was aborted – just refused to believe it/ I keep my music a secret so I’m mutin’ the remix/ I’m a human with three chicks that are students of penis/ If they don’t swallow cum it’s cool I’m usin’ a Kleenex/ I’m a mutant from Venus, that’s chewin’ a foetus/ Put you in Adidas and make ya shoot at elitists/ Tha Duke is a genius and Syze is a prick/ I’ll put a blade inside of a chick disguised as a dick/ My style is never defined, I got the cleverest lines/ I’m severin’ spines and I’ll hand ‘em their fate/ Yo, the weapon is primed to put some lead on their minds/ I’m so ahead of my time – I just stand and I wait/ I’m plannin’ a date but waste cock on a chick/ That’s not worth a shit? I’m space dockin’ the bitch/ Get rocked with a fist, what’s he bitchin’ about?/ The hand he was dealt? That’s my fist in his mouth/ I’ll take a trip to the south – I’ll cross the border in a Rangers top/ And end up feelin’ like a lost reporter in a danger spot/ I’m the shadiest one, the craziest one/ You monosyllabic rhymers – the eighties are done/ I burn your ass up like you've a place in the sun/ Give ya a face full of cum, lock the basement and run/ Give you eternity in purgatory like atheist nuns/ Run up in maternity and switch babies for fun/ I’ll put rabies in guns and shoot at pedestrians/ Go and ask your daughters if I’m good at molestin' 'em/ If ya wanna challenge me it’s Lurgan I live in/ But know I’m certain hit ‘em with a surgeons precision/ I'm givin' shallow chicks that swallow dicks instructions they can follow quick/ Dick around and hit the ground quicker than your shadow bitch/ Whenever I hit a man he’ll tremble and shiver and/ His kids won’t grow like I send ‘em to Neverland/ Your dad I’ll waste for sure, dig up his grave, replace the dirt/ Prop him up, drive past your place and make him wave on April 1st/ I’m rapin' girls even when they’re consentin’/ Dress ‘em up as Yoko Ono I pretend that I’m Lennon/ I’m offendin’ your senses and I don’t give a fuck/ Yup, I’m a pig bitch but I won’t live in muck/ I’m gonna go live it up if I’ve money or not/ And if a honey is hot I’ll spit the funniest raps/ And ask her to dinner, I’m fantastic when in her/ Then I’ll cum from behind like a last minute winner/ Me strokin’, she’s moanin’ when I’m inside a honey/ Deep throatin’, keep goin’ like the Energizer Bunny/ If ya come to me with generic rappin’ bitch/ I’ll put you out the window like Eric Clapton’s kid/
18.
Time 03:58
March 15th '98 - the day that my cousin died/ The day I was crushed inside, the end of my fuckin’ life/ I cried pools and wished to be older/ My childhood officially over, heart was literally broken/ Wound continually open, doubt it ever will heal/ Pain coursin’ through my veins throughout every beat/ But I’ll never be beat, though I’ve no restin’ place I’m/ Eternally worried about my souls destination/ I don’t pray the same as I did as a child/ Blind faith is hard to have when it’s shit in your life/ But 'til the end of the line on my road and my path/ I look at God like Lucas Barton – control’s in his hands/ He’s holdin’ the plans, but if there’s pre-destination/ We’re all just pawns that he plays the game with/ Will he bless the nation? We need inspiration/ Look to a brighter future and see winter changin’/ As a man I’ve earned a lot of respect, got two balls and pride/ For the opposite sex I was too tall and shy/ Football was my passion in every spare second/ No challenge, no talent, just did for pure pleasure/ The one day my mum came I couldn’t find the goal/ Confidence not happenin’, I knew in time it’d grow/ Had a passion for music, jotted notes in my bed/ Writin’ things and tried to sing without a note in my head/ Sang and hoped for the best/ Family unravelling down the tubes I found a new way to cope with the stress/ Hip-Hop, spit raps, it was spiritual therapy/ I practised, perfected lyrical dexterity/ My backs vertebrae carries the weight of the planet/ Syze is lies, a disguise cuz I’m afraid to be honest/ I’ve been patently modest but now I refuse to be/ Cuz crucially I’m better musically than what you usually see/
19.
I’m a carnivore, schooled in the art of war/ Your heart is sore, feedin’ frenzies, eatin’ emcees, you are the starter course/ So bar your doors, I’ll bring it to your house like Parcelforce/ Gut you then I’ll put you in a hole - that’s par for course/ You haven’t bargained for what Syze is sellin’/ My mind’s a weapon and it’s time to let it/ Roam free, oh gee - its straining at the leash/ The pain it will relieve when your brain is in my teeth/ Forget the fame it isn’t me, I’m not expectin’ a miracle/ Ignored the clubs and sluts and I perfected the lyrical/ While half of you wasters haven’t mastered the basics/ I did it faster than races with African nations/ That’s a grandiose statement but my tracks back it up/ No cheques stackin’ up but the facts are enough/ I was once told to hear what the fans are sayin’/ I near laughed to death like Nanda Bayin/
20.
Retards I’m here to fill your hearts with fear/ I got bars for years like the stars of ‘Cheers’/ Is it hard to hear rhymes so intricate?/ Time so infinite? A mind so limitless?/ I don’t give a shit about your opinions/ Mine’s the only one that matters and I think that I’m brilliant/ So bring in your children ‘til I show 'em somethin’/ That Santa isn’t real and that no one loves them/ ‘The Canterbury Tales’ weren’t as well worded/ I’ve learnt to spell perfect, I’m burnt in hells furnace/ My personal lyrics are keepin' me sane/ Deep in my brain insanity is leapin’ the gates/ I’m seepin’ with hate for J-Kwon and Kanye/ Shit lots of Hip-Hop I may bomb the genre/ Cuz it looks nothin’ like it’s supposed to son/ It’s dumb as fuck I’ll summon up the fuckin’ ghost of Pun/ The party started last night, it was up in Duke’s house/ But we had to kick you out, all you did was run your mouth/ See you don’t know what we’re about, we gon’ set the record straight/ You just bring the constant hate, you be jealous we’ll be great/
21.
I’ll come and kick down your walls like its Jericho bitch/ Sick of the shit sound of all these unlyrical pricks/ I’m on a pyramid perched, the king of the province/ This thing is a problem and I think that I’ll solve it/ So drink up a solvent, strike a match stick, swallow it/ And spit some hot shit, you ain’t got shit - talentless/ G - oh gee, I think you’ve scored an O.G./ You are of course an O.G. and that’s a gorgeous goatee/ You’ve had me bored since ’03 with all your weak raps/ Get knee capped pussy they should call ya G-Spot/ We can take it to the place where we both grown/ He can shoot me with the guns that he don’t own/ We can take it to the clubs where he won’t go/ Get naked with the sluts that he don’t know/ You’ve got a feeble flow and a chemo dome/ Real life fans count bitch - Bebo’s don’t/ And Acesta son, you’re a waste of cum/ I’m afraid your mum shoulda tasted some/ You don’t belong on a track without a race to run/ And you’re gangsta, probably on stage with guns/ You and G usually in the place with thugs/ Just wastin’ punks while you’re chasin’ funds/ Dumb asses, sunglasses and a case of drugs/ Go and blade your tongues until the razor’s blunt/ There’s lessons to be learnt, here’s a basic one/ So face the front cunt, the race you’re from/ Isn’t what makes skills, and I raped your mum/ Forty seven times in the face for fun/ Bet ya thought a white guy would be afraid to diss you/ I bet you try and turn it to a racial issue/ On tracks I do treat you like slave - I whip you/ And if blacks rap better then your face don’t fit you/ You’re not hard stupid, hope for pop chart music/ Wannabe N-Dubz, if you’ve got bars prove it/ Lot of these fake thugs little pop tart poofters/ We end cunts cuz that’s our movement/ I’m a lot more ruthless than you ever imagined/ G your mum hates your dad cuz he give her a bastard/ You mainly suck huh, I’ll maim and cut ya/ I murder you on tracks like Jamie Bulger/

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released January 13, 2011

All tracks written by Syze.
Tha Duke, DZK & Madness wrote their own verses.
All tracks mixed by Syze and Tha Duke.
All tracks recorded at The Bomb Factory or Syze's house.

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