Keyser Söze

[Intro] The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. And like that, poof. He's gone I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of him. Well, I believe in God, and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Söze [Chorus: GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump [Verse 1: JC Assassin] Troops on the left, keep acting practical All my niggas steady acting classical All my niggas steady acting radical (Might wanna bring out some tissues, this tragical) Man, it's too bad that this beat is flammable The way I talk about my vibe is magical I could use slang and then go and slang a bag of dope Still hopping on the remix of "Flying Daggers" though I'm tryna be like the next Method Man So if I ask if I can kick it you say, "Yes, you can" Can I kick it? I almost forgot, ain't nobody hear come to listen Ghostface, leave it as a cold case Cold cuts to your face, fuck the showcase Running so fast, nearly missed the speed bump Had to speed up, beaten like Roots, no tree stump, all my [Chorus: GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump [Verse 2: Hoshi] I swear I'd never kill a human, never rob a hotel Never leave my family behind via a portal I'd never let a soldier down, go back for the crew Carry them to safety even if I end up screwed I could let the wolves attack me or I could run If I was to save a knight I'd probably be done Of course I'm a usual suspect even though I didn't do a thing They think I'm Bryan, but I just wanna sing And this is just one of the many street stories The street all wanna kill me, but I just want glory They think I'm like Jane Toppan, but I don't wanna be her My grandma was in hospital, I wish I could've seen her [Chorus: GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump [Verse 3: gamemast15r] I pop shots like I cop Glocks Incognito in the drop tops You know me, I'm gonna stock rock This shit is the Ill Street Blues This shit will send you to hell, you know I'll see you soon Your shit's frail, I'm gonna leave your diseased knees to See Deagles, pop, pop I don't understand, you motherfuckers speak hebrew You're scared of the KS, I can hear your heartbeat You be lookin' shook like when you were sittin' in your car seat Kane Soze, like you know your pain is what you owe me You phony, your blood on your shirt, will be the motif Cold crease into the tip of your skull Ain't no blood spilling unless the crips are involved I'm not one but you know either way that the clips will get called You know that you're the biggest snitch of them all And there ain't no way in hell that your sins'll absolve [Chorus: GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump [Verse 4: The Deevil's Advocate] I have a particularly violent propensity, with a dense sense of dependency; you could say I enjoy it Rapid grab of acid tabs and whip-its, then I grab a spike strip and deploy it Pulling innocents from their conveyances on a quiet night time pass Drag 'em back to the domicile in the wilderness and let out a laugh Dismember 'em alive, pull bits, spitting images reflected in my mental pictograph Bottle entrails, which entails the rest of the innards and viscera go in the freezer Hiking trails double as a charnel house for thram and gobbet minutia at my leisure Forensics and cleaners with tweezers, gripping a loose sneaker, I tease with meager evidence Have unbelievers dreaming, demeanor of an eager deceiver with rampant brain fever pestilence Every Caesar had his Brutus, thus, one time, one city guy tried to shake me down, shylocking I beat his cranium in until it was a pulpy cavern of brain matter—needless to say he wasn’t profiting Hitherto, never knew he was a made man, a connected guy, then I got a letter from the other side The administration fancied my handy work with a pack of G’s because I whacked a capo A couple crews and outfits saw it fit to confirm me in the waste management business; a Soprano Of course I was obligated to omit an orchestral ode to the Omertà Now my hankering for mob blood stems deeper, feasting on an inferior vena cava or aorta The nefarious Nosferatu of the Cosa Nostra Novos Ordo Seclorum, Alucard’s incarnate proxy, whom he’s the host of Leave you, wrists slit bathing with a toaster Vengeful vera causa Aura unearthed a killer hibernating underneath necropolis Trash bags of calling cards, just a garbage business to the populous Message jobs, you heard it through the horse head’s mouth Scattered teeth in a lake, a rat left for the vultures Spring cleaning the block, asphalt’s probably coated with a couple cultures Chalking and yellow taping the Brick Road of the same name And in the same vein, we draining cowards lying and melting snitches ablaze Load up and clip 'em, ripping through casings like flesh Advocating devilry by the books, closed family business in a mesh Heavy hitter, mobbed up, cocked hammer blacker than an anvil Bellowing flames, sulfur rings engraved in my cleaver’s handle Crew captains eating alone pay tribute one way or another Flying higher than their burning rafters off crank and hydro as I hover Burying marks alive, monkey wrenches beating down Mafia mistresses in rain and thunder Doubled up stained mattresses; taking it to our rivals, as I revel in their broken stutters RICO keeping down all that racket, dons slinging ten large to tie loose ends getting pinched From mugshots to search teams, spread your limbs over five states, inch by inch That Program can’t protect what it can’t witness, Kerosene coats and lighters I darken shadow groups, duplicitous; every city sector is connected like a surge protector Plugging cops in like a coaxial, no outlet, cornered at the corner mercantile and merked at ten Envelopes and brief cases dropped off, whilst I literally drop 'em off—I’m rooftop high on Percocet No skyscraper nets, just city workers scraping off what landed on the skyline silhouette Squad cars disintegrated, inundated the hospital with patients intubated, vehicles left on the train tracks Other soldiers aren’t aware of the trophies and mementos I keep, hope they don’t check under those loose tacks Finger necklaces and muscle scarfs, scarred the memories of any task force raid attacks My lurid proclivities leave me straying from the course, pouring gas on a prostitute carcass Heaving harlots into the passenger seat, blood stains on the glove box compartment Can’t part myself from this irreparable addiction, midnight delusions have me tearing up floor boards Death watches me, I see it’s eyes Carving the walls with ice picks and steak knives, malodorous aroma of formaldehyde and land lords I’ve spilt enough blood lines for this family, hopefully that’ll preserve my lineage