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