Deep plum air forces. Gum soles teach one “how dare you court this?!”. Speech run courses. Rhymes reach - touch torsos. If you leach! I hope you suck on sword so.. Corvo.. Can Dishonour your whore hole. Four more go in, call it Goro. Demolish rings, Frodo. Sing for tomorrow. But now catch sting.... sleep... the form Chloro(form). Put it together! Receive buzz, she be Woody and peppered. I shouldn’t be better. Thank my idols but I put in the work... my art truly is Escher. I’m Uriens lesser! That can still teach you cruelly a lesson. Aegis reflector. Cyber Guyver & Sektor. Poison Ive is my missus.. Ivy from Calibre. Mic be Excalibur. Slice through a challenger. Icy like Salazar. Go all day - night- 99 stamina. Animal. Gamera parable. The man of the Manga rules! Mad as bull(34). Blast them to pixels like matter fall. In a shamans shawl. Take the handsome haul. Escape the Phantoms pull. Then off home for Golden axe & Zool. Verse 2. Relationships they couldn’t harbour. Spells from Irithyll I shouldn’t master. Give them their fill, they ran in for the krill off of grill when they heard the bell ringing from Filiamore. My souls past... filled with lore. That I don’t spill for your. Amusement - want to know the Phil & more? Wait for the biopic. Brains swept from high office. It got blown there from a love you long time topping. Hanzombie psychotic. “Blue Rose” you like? Then cop it. Don’t! Talk my ears off. That way I won’t haunt till tears drop. Fought my fears with spears on the eaves be smeared on. My brother Blitz told me I’m sick, at the time he wasn’t pissed on beers and Smirnoff. Twist told me the same but he was on Kirsch and Kirov. Pen verse that sends curse- but fear not. It ain’t for you yet, on earth you’re clear dog! From a distance, I appear Zodd. Keep peering, see us smoking hibiscus. Matter fact I look like Hulk from a distance. The miscreant. Chorus. “Blue Rose” these emcees thinking they’re sick. “Blue Rose” they came against the flow and they can sink with their ships. If this is a dream then who’s the dreamer? “Blue Rose” I drop bombs like Hiroshima.

Verse 1: Phil bruh! So you're chilling with the milf huh? Teeth sinking in the Mille-feuille. Looking sharper than Cagney out of film noir's. My ilk hard. Your skills marred. Real bars. We build darts. On tungsten and steel par. Pierce shield fast. Disable electric coating on an eels heart. And bit the Unagi before it heals charge. The more flow you want, the bigger the bills charged. Raps take to water, see the gills Shark!! Pen a ill draft. Better than you could spill graft. Swallow it, I bet that's a bitter pill shafted -in that kills laugh. I'm the embodiment of surreal craft. Shaolin wheel staff. Make you flip back to fields vast. Don't try and grill Harnz!! I see your talent with my eurovision, so I'm fit to give them all nil-pois. Verse 2: Sempa-fi. Sense I'm tempered by the eyes. Censor rhymes. No F-ing into blind. Desensitised. I was watching horrors when I was 5. This is Childs play. Got waves like Whistler, my style's Blade. Reiza sharp lingo enter vitals and stay where your minds raised. This is M.K Ultra. Grey matter flipping like Sensei Roper. They want to know which pen lays coca? 'Cause every bar dope. Stars ghost. When they see me and Luigi in some dark coats. You're not even in our scope. Can't cope with all this grime? They should of brought a large soap. Like it or lather the latter, the darts gross. Harnz boast. A perfect 300, Sparts(spartan) flow. H.R is Giger! I'm the arts host. Face hugger, Ripley flame thrower - Adios!! Chorus: Get dropped like Hogan leg. Kashakunin, readied by the Shoguns left. Lets roll some heads. Wolverine, all they see is the Logan X.

Verse 1: I'm cyber Jax - my better half's Samus. Raps only know how to Rockman with mega manners. Back pack packed with Guyver units - mega smashers. Red Omega madness. When I pen the text backwards. I said what I said, I ain't taking it back, have it!! Baghdatis. Nah! I said my Dad is. Or better yet was bagging. Braggers. In parts in the past, turning them Alice's. Back to maggots. Hanz is rapping. Like Panzer Dragon. It's Dragooooooon yeah I know!! I'm a goon with the flow. When not doing so, I'm playing Doom on the Pro. Me? I'm just like Luke and the Jones. Indiana Skywalker, I can use the force or the rope. Whip! Turn that moose into oh?! Oh?! Wait! I meant Res is Zeus and the Hulk. GAMMA!! Verse 2: Exotic, the ink scent papaya when the messiah drops tip of the Parker on the paper. Seville barber it's the Reiza. Half moons and a fade. In dark tombs making waves. No River Phoenix!! Body blows, your liver leaving. All Giamatti- Paul(d) sideways. In shawls, only see the eyes glazed. Over and out by the high grade, Of rhyme play. My dime's Blaze. Maxing then Skate off in the streets where the 5 - 5 rage. Ask Axel!! Shark in the tracksuit. No! Just a shark that suits tracks. There's only one I(eye) like the dude's Jack. Jaque Reno, I'm the new Jax. M.K flow brutality. Or Tekken Bruce moves cavities. Flew like one over the nest. I'm just the son of the Sun and nothing less. I'm just son(ning) the sons - M.G.S "Hideo!!" Chorus: Listen! Your teams acting suspicious. Listen! Your teams acting like bitches. She was like "Fuck! That's delicious" Sister Mary blessing my nuts - sacrilegious (Sack Religious)

Verse 1: HAJIME.... ~ MASTE, some only know me by my line at the end of Super ~ MAJIDE?! Winter soldier but the blood run with summer flare. Solar, striker never in Gola's, on it don't put your money there. In rap your team can only go so far (sofa) - Gunnabé (Sofa in greek). Shinobi squad, hands in the golden pots, honey bear. Rhymes fly and impish yet no Huggy Bear. I'm funny yeah? Funny? Funny like how? You bloody square. I almost had him! Pull up a chair. Let me explain how you're a fucking pair. Of Snake, rats, welcome to my dungeon lair. Where cracked fist I threw a hundred there. Trust me, that sound ain't a drummers snare. You two bit jumped up brehs (guys). Are nothing rare. If Hanzo receive the lump sum, then only then my tongue'll share. Verse 2: They're like Hanzombie sing, I rap that language that's ming ~ though! See my fangs? They go bling! Bury them deep by the jalapeño jam on the wing ~ ooooh! That's cut by the mango an' ting, my breed be Shango and Shin ~ go! I can't stand what you bring, so I sit and send a stanza to sting ~ foe! The Bancho is him! Me? Who else spits sick aggro in hymns? ~ Show! ~ I them! Alright then Rambo my kin, we're legends like Ando my kin ~ folk! Bob, weave like Vamp when I swing, Noob Saibot, Boon Tobias when I sling ~ smoke! Rhythm and Poetry my ammo for the sins, swift the flow in me no Shamo but a Jin ~ Roh! Chorus: In your world, you all say that you're crooks! In my realm, you get read like a book! In your world, you say that you're spending them mills! In my realm, you get sawn like a mill! In your world, you say you're sicker than Reiz! In my realm, you get clocked like a game! In your world, you say that you're hotter than kiln! In my realm, you get watched like a film! In your world, you say you're all fucking crooks! In my realm, you get read like a book! In your world, you say that you're stacking them mills! In my realm, you get sawn like mill! In your world, you say you're better than Reiz! In my realm, you get clocked like a game! In your world, you all say that you're hotter than kiln! But in my realm, you get killed!

Hanzo Reiza Verse 1: Vince Vega. On the crapper since SEGA. Shit neighbour. Fathers watch on the kangaroo Butch! (Pulp Fiction). They try clock onto what the Hanzo do, Look! Can't see me! Cena, I'm Tajiri? No! No! No! No! Go-Jira! Gold chica. Expose cheeks wha! Mi-wa?! She said say something so I tell her kinesis (Telekinesis). We're intelligent species. Leaking. Pelican briefings. Under my spell the pendulum leaving. My pen cerebellum relieving. "Science ~ Bitch!" Einsteinian secrets. Find me on sea ships. Barrel of rum and nine of the finest Rieslings. Also dimes with peaches. Where every bite's the sweetest. Try find another rhymer with my kind of keenest. I wait! you guys are Kleenex. The might, might linger for days. I like my points after the digits like five finger fillets.

Verse1: Forget fame, just give the Hanz the fortune. They weren't singing the ode in(Odin) Asgard, that was Thors tune. Bring the familia together, lucky Luci(Lucky Luciano) horse shoes. I'm cooler than Norse nudes, I told that chick "stop sending me pics, you might get ripped when it's a full moon". Volf & Zodd, I'm the wolf goon. If you want to watch the Mortal Combat, you better call Boon. Tobias, liars no Saibots, you're nothing but fool Noobs. Is that your girl? Looks like she has more balls than boobs. H.R mauled Zeus. I'm the God, ask Kratos, that's my true dude. He's something like Blitz, only he don't down tall brews. I'm Fatts no Minnesota but a shark in a pool hall. Feel like a Newman, I resume Paul. The hustler~ Verse 2: You're all bogus. Swine like pulled pork in samosas. Opium smokers. The oba~Obeah, open up for the Omens opus. Diamond Dog dosage. Liquid metal turn gear Solid. Roof battle, Snake vs he who appears Octopus. Ocelot. Spinning like revolver. Grinning in the Costra. Winning with the Nostra. Chicken in the Soba. Slither up some liver and the okra. I'm living vida loca. Never do my business with a cobra. I'm not slipping that's my stroll son!! No gin, I'm not sipping, I am sober. In linen, the women gold dust. The ninja and the Shogun. Who you kidding about show gun. You wouldn't even shoot up a pigeon within console hunt. That's duck on NES. & that's retro!! Chorus: T - U - L - P - Aaaaaaaaa Is that really H? T - U - L - P - Aaaaaaaaa Is that really Rei?

Verse 1: They ain't even better than me!! So how dare they claim to be better than the "P!" I know she's a veteran, I can tell by the knee. Must be off your head about you're lyrically sick... Sick? ill? Sick? Nah! Must be that medicine E!. Love letters, how else would words be shepherd on beats. Love letters, I only pen it to Penelope. Too feral, don't try to wether the -(Wolve)Rine. Wolver - Wolver - Grimm - Grimm - Benjamin-min-min, you're still a Ben, I bend a spline. Never pretend or I'll send a T. - 800 Sarah Conor, air and gone off, the enemy. Baaarng.... The enemies Hanzo? . . . . No! Verse 2: Crossed between Dempsey, Tajiri. 5hinobi 5quad they know we be the men of the city. You can't end the gritty. My pen print it pretty. Don't step, shred achilles. I talk business, you're busy giving your two cents to Siri. I'm clued up my sense is that of Spidey. That's Peter Parker spider. My ether darker, it's ever ethereal. Cheap hoe she Imm-Tep, put 5 on it, not a tenner Phil!! Get a grip I can't, cause the way my pencil flip the bar is deadlier than Shredder steel. You know they versed I, when they send a shrill. That can verse Persephone's hellish squeals. From the depths of hell. Ninja ~ blacked out, S.O.A biker. Crinja ~ battle cat, feral rage slice 'em. Eye in ~ X.O.F Quiet sniper. Raps light 'em up like a M.K Stryker....... Bang!! Chorus: They went against the wave like the nose of Dolphins. That's why their bones are broken. Never Home Alone, McCauley Caulkin. They say my rhymes dope! On those they're overdosing!!

Verse1: Mesmeric. It's a given when they met the menace. H Zed relic.The words in which I use to wet webbing. Too wavy. Your crew fuegazie. I knew it before your chew hole spewed lazy. Maybe. You're inspired by the mumble. Not your fault, but to think that you thought you could syphon off the uncle. Reiza, I'm grand son. Rap something unheard, take breath like I land one. Such that bangs lung. Bad luck, for you. Hands up, it's Doom! Hanz cuts go boom! From Japan back to the room out in L-D-N. Can't fail me in. The field where I'm seen spilling spells from pen. I draw flows so surreal like Dali. After the party, after party. I dip, lemon aioli, calamari. The anunnaki............ Hanzo's nasty........... but not grime! Verse 2: From studios they tried Ban-dai(banned I) like Namco. Fist full of dynamite, tell them hang high by Hanzo. Unless coming directly from I, where I rather land right like Shango. Rhymes are land mines, take out ankles and caps gross. Explosions obtuse, I'm not Zeus nor Rambo. I'm Reiza, Django. Spent days playing Sega mega drive trying to maim M.K with Kang bro.------ get taken for a boy like Georgie arm. I'm IT! Yeah! You know, Don Coreleone. You got appalling charm. That's why for you they don't move, Paulie suave. Ghoulish bars. Tell your ghost writer "here comes Venkman". We're StoneCold and savvy, make beer runs then hear tongue Texas. Rattle snake, Jean Claude Jago, Kano flatten face....... 3:16....... Brutality! Chrous: Staring into the mirror of vanity. Asking my image is it insanity? Or am I insane?

Hanzo Reiza Verse 2: Raps don't come with an off switch. Tracks rip through areas like Magneto out in Auschwitz. What's lit? It's all smoke like a joss stick. Mind's a terrible thing to waste even though I lost it! They want features like "No worries what the cost is." Until I give them a price, they no longer want script. I got spit. For centuries, the centurion from Lon-Don bitch! "Science" Universal, I'm Dulph Lund-gren big! But it's Han-ZOmb kid. My en-semble sick. Slicker than John Wick. The genre I'm in. Hard to the core like '89 Jean (Van Damme) mid. I top this. Game no frosting. Reiz is the rock Thing. Time for the clubber, no Lang, Hanzo rock ring. Adriaaaaaaaaaaaan, ninja, nine, art darts shadow boxing.

Verse 1: I specialise in. Specialising. My specials turn you into specs for sizing. Up, uppercut, I'm not cut, I'm pure hard medicine. One drop in your stream, your poor heart surrendering. My raw art seraphim. Won't settle at the bottom, our core can't sediment. Flow bowl 'em over no matter what the score cards telling 'em. Jean Damme gentleman. But more dark and intelligent. With metaphors that blast, perilous. Send a shark and score gelatine. Send shock wave, send ripples, - send a rising storm. I advise you, ' best off to ride with Spawn. Or slide on Horns. Lucifer, the best advice you bought. My vice is thoughts. M.Bison launch. I like my bison scorched....... with a side of fries and sauce.. Verse 2: I'm cold when it's sunny too. Funny youth. Got plots with more holes than Sonny's suit. No you don't got sticks like drummers troop. What is all this Andre Drummond shoot? We both know you can't even bucket hoops. H.R the son is Tzu. Sucker moves. Leave your head nothing but a tooth. They call me "Kung", as the tongue is fuuuuuuu. They call you "cunt" cause you're plumbed by dudes. My crew wild, it's like I run a zoo. Adversaries all buried(berry) like a summer fruit. Anniversaries, I enjoy spaghetti with the truffled goose. Only one I, there's a hundred you's. You're not even on my level on the fucking moon! I'm a celestial, no Ego the judge of doom. Son of Anarchy, Kurt Sutter goon. Kamikaze Banzai Buckeroo. Kamikaze..... & Sayonara. Chorus: They wanna know where the Son(Sun) roam.. Thats Rome~ They wanna know where the Son(Sun) roam.. That's the unknown~ They wanna know where the Son(Sun) roam.. Rome or the unknown~ They wanna know where the Son(Sun) roam.. That's two birds one stone~

Verse 1: Read it in the thesis. I could never be the weakest. Hell spawn but never was a devil in the foetus. Takes more than a devil to defeat us. Never take it Yeezus. See me heading to the east wing. Nothing but monsters claws beneath my floors like crabs embedded in the beaches. No flaws? Who you kidding? You was born from a long line of beings. Bred for the the beasting. Knead dough (need dough) daily, forever breaded, we’re feasting. Musics my medicine, I need it.otherwise my mind feels like it was jettisoned from sea ship. Can’t test the gems that I’m leaving. In my wake yet dreaming. The pen I pen it down with a menace too like its demon owner! That’s me! Shiiiiiit. “Shinai” Verse 2: Reiza Ramone, toothpick between the molars. Too slick, it’s me the chosen. Uno, numero, numerous adversaries drop like the l-e-g’s of Hogan. The numerals L.V, that’s 55 not Louis Vuitton. From top turn buckle, the dive suicide swan. I don’t Kidman! Unless it’s the actress, I’ll ruin that song. Right? Cooperate? I’m Matrix? Who am I? Wrong! After rap it’s crepes with the citron. And the sucre. Won’t stop ‘til I measure up to Slick Rick the Ruler. Street fighter don’t know Gouki but the bitch picked Akuma. I’m out in Japan kicking it with Jin & Takuma. I’m on a win - win you loser. Can’t win so kin’s grip the ruger. Cause things cost racks like Luger. Put the grip down, or get whipped like Uighur. I’m Matrix Smith on Sambuca. Chorus: "Well it’s the" Night of the howling madman. Your car ran - Out of petrol in a bad land. You knock on the doors but ain’t nobody answer. The empty streets were all filled with laughter. "Cause it’s the-" (Repeat)