[Mike Wrecka]

Mike Wrecka
we the syndicate, an association of assassins,
that don't exist, no location, nothing happened/
get it, were invisible, movin in silence,
trained in ninjitsu, amused by the violence/
a ruthless alliance, that's incredibly gifted,
deleting documents till u never existed/
we are a phantom menace, with sinister motives,
using various methods, to deliver explosives/
resistance is hopeless I can trigger hypnosis,
causing amnesia that exceeds the usual dosage/
never lose focus, aim at rivals with a rifle,
shoot, then plant a file, that makes it seem suicidal/
under the cloak of darkness, leave you broken and heartless,
strike with so much efficiency that it's alarming alarmists/
we certainly aren't, the syndicate, forget what I said,
cause if you know about us, ur better off dead/

Geno..
We the syndicate, the venom symbiote without the flesh
Covert operations best in stealth that you can not detect
Can not identify the threat, trek in movements unforseen
The uninvited guest arrives, and you assumed his company
Soothing, comforting, the hand that rocks the fucking cradle
When you fall asleep, its obviously due to something fatal
One grenade'll take away the focus of your guards, harsh
While this cannon to your head turns your throat to mini shards
Ninja stars flying like a meteor shower, its a deadly surpise
Die, while gen and mike dissapear like we never arrived
Hitmen on the grind, specialist rhymes unfuckwitable
You can't threaten our existance, we have nothing to lose
The second coming of zeus, foes hang like an ornament ought to
The rope'll squeeze ya eyes out across the floor like a marble
Then report to the bar room, share a drink and we bounce
We the syndicate now, fuck what you think its about