Letra de Assassins (feat. Jean Grae, Royce Da 5'9'')
In 2013 the world government placed sanctions Against free thinking individuals In order to force people to adhere to one way of life An independently organization calledHired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters Where the files of the enslaved people were kept Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured and executed Only three remainedThe third of which was said to own an arsenal That would rival and entire city's police force The second was rumored to be able to move Throughout space and time, and the first oneFasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth The first flashing her purse where the heat's stashed They call me Jean McCoy, beast in thee employ, deploy deplorable Through audible destructive actions, attractive decoyThen pass it to Troy, after, I'm passing your life over He'll deliver in through river Styx, Hades I'm cold, deliberate, ladies, my foes limited Pray me some praise, whisper itStay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling Blistering lines packed in sick, stick to spineRacked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame Drug you with strychnine, in nine drinks You drunk and it's my kidney, you dick-brain I'm just itching to slit veins, stitch lines, Rick JamesFuck yo lives, sip brains, bitches Niggas, kick rocks, or kick rhymes, it's to the pain Liquor riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun Ignint as ever, she's clever, equivalent be noneA ball breaker, call fakers out with passion You got the gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest? The balls in your court, pass it but warning, fall faster Than asses with age slack on the back of a KardashianThe walls crash in, you all on the floor gasping The gas pour in the corridor, racking your jaws, blacking out Catch Grae backing out the back door cackling Still make it back to the bar for last call, twoThey ask me why I'm highly regarded as God body, probably Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis and Bob Marley Radical, never skateboard slang like gnarly, more like Weed in my whip on the way to get top like Charles BarkleyYou are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman, spark me I'm Gambit with the ace of spades, I'm mastering archery Venculi, venicular, particularly the vernacular Specifically to fit so when I spit, it's spectacular and accurateWhen I attack, I'm more legend that Acura Flip Bloomberg the bird bitch, more blood than Blackula More crip that cryptic scriptures, encrypted with backwards vernacular Plus sicker than most and Glen Close in fatal attractionI am that nigga for real, per capita Smacking the rapper that uses the term swagger after These three assassins get the ass-whipping Prepare for a professional ass-kickingShape shift, spit hollow tip clips, mainly sick, ain't he? Mind Control, make you shoot your best friend in the face Dick Cheney, my life is like a documentary film Depicted in black and white flicks grainyGeronimo I'm at Guantanamo Bay taking pic in a Captain Morgan pose With my left foot on a pile of detainees screaming "We Are Renegades, fuck you pay, me"I be riding 'round with a stripper slash burlesque model I make it pop like my cock in a Durex condom I'm a opposite artist, I find irony, In going from being Like a stone in grass to rocking the GardenThe same irony as going from fully automatic in the backyard To having the whole machine behind meI take my Australian bitch and show her some other things She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain Don't try to get familiar if I don't feel you in person I'll flip the script and I accidentally kill you on purposeThe bat is what I'm flailing, I got so many furs PETA gon' paint splash me when they see me No matter what I'm wearing Your bitch about to open up, sniff some blow off my dick Guess you can say she on my coke and nutsI'm on point like Chris Paul You on point like and an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls I'm 'bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes And shuts shit down like a car when it stallsI am the deadliest rapper, you claiming that you flow like water But really y'all niggas Evian backwards Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got I'm knowing I'm hot, it's my show to stop holding my crotchMy whip cleaner that Amish men and honest inns Two dimes with me like I'm a twin 'cause I'm a 10 Okay, I'm in