Sic Sinphony (Clean Version)

[Intro: Naptron]

Yeah, Dynazte. Millennium. Check it out. Uh. Yo

Let in a predator tearing your physical, lyrical matter is shattering tracks

Matter of fact, I spit off a mat, mentally Swissing you rappers on wax

Counteract, the brain’s insane. Blast a gat, now suffer the pain

A hundred of y’all die in the rain. (Who’s to say [?]?)

Numbing your brain, kill cocaine, bust slugs with a banger slang

You’ll die and choke the fumes of smoke. I’ll laugh when I watch you burst your veins

Maintain, I’ll let loose of mad shells, cause fires like cocktails

You eating swine and ox tails (Only Allah can judge and tell)

Consider Canseco taking bases. Quick to squeeze, you’re running from these

Run up on y’all and take out the gat. Please, emcees, don’t fiddle with that

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x4)

D.V. Alias Khryce, Retsam [?]

Uh, uh, uh

I properly guided the pen within. You thought you were smart, but I throw darts

Two at the eyes, one at the heart. You should have never got started but now

You’re swimming in water with sharks. I’ll pump the blood of [?], creativity

Hitting underground, we’re bringing forth a new sound, not playing

No more. I told you before: get ready for war. We lyrically, physically, mentally

Master everything in the circumference I’m in. My journey begins. My legacy win

Ruckus within. As long as I’m here, it never will end—come test

One of the best in the game. I worked for mine and take what you claim. Remember the name:

R-U-K-U-S throw in the words, cave in your chest

Hitting your brain, leaving you stressed. Spitting like this, we gotta be blessed

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x4)

D.V. Alias Khryce, Retsam [?]

Uh, yo

Every time that I flow, it bangs, giving you something you want. Hey!

Making more hits by the dozen, you know. Stepping on toes [?]

Watch what you say when you’re screaming of Ruckus. I’m holding a Desert—you better skip town

‘Cause me and my peoples is holding it down, snatching your crown, digging you down

See emphasis when I’m cocking the pound, lifting up devils up out of the town

Healing the world with my holy sound, popping the slugs, spin ‘em around

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x6)

D.V. Alias Khryce, Retsam [?]