Forever M.C. feat. It's Different, Tech N9ne, Royce Da 5'9", Token, Chino XL, Planet Asia, Passionate Mc & Bronze Nazareth -
Assassin's Creed (Remix)
Assassin's Creed (feat. Tech N9ne, Royce Da 5'9", Token, Chino XL, Planet Asia, PASSIONATE MC & Bronze Nazareth) (Remix)
5'9"
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
Don't be mad at the sick writing
My boy is young clique trifling
Watch out, they here to lift your big Breitling
Second outta my momma's four sons
The needle in the haystack that stick out like a sore thumb, hitchhiking
Your bitch my chicken tender
The world's my dinner plate and she on her ministration
I tell her I'm too fly for penetration
You're team playing I'm a K sprayer
Players make plays, the plays don't make players
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, all respect due, you not due much
You don't do much, you got much to do, I do too much
You got it backwards, I never take back words
Throw words back 'til my back hurt, backed up
When your back turned, I'ma be back
Lookin' for the chip on your shoulder, homie, I'ma eat that
Lot of people talkin' about me, I don't keep track
Same people sending me their songs, I don't keep track
Click, delete that
My feedback was, "Quit"
So I quit givin' feedback
Kickin' my feet back, thinkin' I just need to relax
Shit, where the speed at?
Follow me, everybody, murderin' everything
They callin' me Teddy Bundy
The industry here to get to my pockets to get the money
Now bitch, repeat that (ayy!)
I'm a young kid, slash old man, slash, "Oh man, he go HAM"
Oh shit, no shit, cast that, fall back on the beat
Got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate
Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline
Every time you take a leap of faith
I take risks, take this, take that, take fans, take shit from no man
No man's land where I send y'all then forget y'all, I'm against y'all
Then again dog, this Token and he a full clip
Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bullshit
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
One, two, one, two, three, ayy!
Yates on a great song to lay shlong, on a beat a nigga way strong
Everybody tell me to pick up the pace, Holmes
So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone
Spray zone, step into me get your face blown
Stay home, N9ne 'bout to race on a bass tone
That double-A prone to lay clones up in the 'pital
And they moan with a trach on
I'm the poppa, not the mama, до свидания
When you come into my octagon, you lost mañana
And I'm 'bout to pop the llama, lotta commas, put a rock upon ya
Nobody want it with (K-O-D) and Token, he be on the (J-O-B)
He murderin' everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin' the wannabes (say holy shit)
N9ne and Token be killin' 'em, all the fear that we instill in 'em
Make 'em shiver with the chill and them some bitches
Thinkin' that Tech N9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches (yeah)
Some crickets, what they hear in the place when I come wicked
I become vicious, Techa N9na makin' dumb digits
And I run with it like when they hung niggas (Pyune)
I be the killer, the one you be feeling for real, I got the hot flows
Caught foes 'cause I got hoes, a lot though when I rock shows
Not no iller scrot bro, if you crooked you smell like Saso
Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso
Motherfucker!
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
The prime minister, lines divine, sinister
Rhyme, greatest of all time
Bitch, I laugh at your witchcraft
Pardons when it's started
I'm the seed of Harriet Tubman and Garvey
Run up on your '85 ass, pull an armed robbery
Act like you never saw me
Your main squeeze, I civilized her
I'm the whack nigga minimizer
This ain't the same thing as anybody
That hold shotties in the party
Talking 'bout you go hard, not even hardly
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Nice and easy!
I spit and my inner demon is summoned
By this gene is lyrical Jesus vomit moment
My tongue is ill
I win a ton on the church and revered
Like the redcoats are coming
I'm making artists nervous
The words that you worship (yeah)
I make the juggler stop working like he was fired by the circus
I'm so hungry I should rep Hungarian
How I press niggas, my religion should be Presbyterian
I'm a soldier surrounded by sick animals
I'm a veteran that is also a veterinarian (yeah)
You better invest in the better hell o' medicine
Purchase like a lid of mescaline
My venom is alphabetical, this and that I am
Mounting your intestines with
Then resurrecting you back to life with a crucifix (oh!)
You a coward that is out past your curfew
Being blessed by the limitless
Here to say you are barf juice
Sit your ass down in a church pew
Puerto Rican Chino, I turn violence into virtue (get 'em!)
Whatever sin is in a cinematography
You meant it like I'm a menace to pornography
I'm an oddity, need no psychology is helping
I'm on the same prescription that killed Prince Rogers Nelson
It's ironic, I'm iconic
Not a comic, pro-Islamic
Stab a Nazi in the stomach
I was living room couching, the garbage rising
Ignorant family is watching over hip-hop still sitting on it
I'm the illest nigga to ever pick up a pen
And put together manners with the illest, ambidextrous
Meaning many murders may come from me
The one in my hands so physically
As an artist and human, I am more advanced (sh)
Nice is what they call me in any category
Glory I'm baskin' in (real shit)
Your raps are thinner than hemophiliac's blood on old, dirty aspirin
I'm laughin', you askin' for death
Bring your thug best, we can have a slug fest
I bet you niggas all fail like Canelo with a drug test
The fuck outta here! (The fuck outta here!)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
I'm putting the Darth in Anakin
Ripping apart the planet with niggas alarmed and panicking
Thoughts are scrambling
More than the doctors handling
All of your parts with bandages
And with all advantages, I can show them through the devastation
That their end's awaiting like the head of Satan
With a demonstration of its separation
Got the pencil breaking in the right hand
Twist necks like a mic stand
Nightmare, rip flesh in the distance of a lightyear, yeah!
If you really want to talk about the buzz
And the way that I had to bring it back quick
With a tactic that is steadily breaking the fabric
Of the universe suddenly at risk
'Cause I've mastered this, Passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege
After subtracting these bitches way faster than an abacus
I'm blasting shit, the snub nose never tells lies
The .38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt size
Like pregnant birds in the sky, you'll see the shells fly
Then I'll kill myself just to make the devil in hell die
I tell time, and the clock is ticking on the opposition when I pop it in 'em
With an awkward rhythm, you can hear them hollering
Louder than opera women, I'm a beast!
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
Gold fleece, no retreat
Talons slow creep
Blow leaf, let his soul leak
Let this OG throw three
Through his lunch meat, I'm Shawn Carter plus Bunchy
Dalai Lama, diamond front teeth, nigga
Cut the rhythm
Fuckin' blades gut the chicken
Motown, I'm on the green like Chet Lemon
I'll put you in the sandlot, stretch more innings
I took my bitch on a yacht, nigga, that's offshore drilling
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
Don't be mad at the sick writing
My boy is young clique trifling
Watch out, they here to lift your big Breitling
Second outta my momma's four sons
The needle in the haystack that stick out like a sore thumb, hitchhiking
Your bitch my chicken tender
The world's my dinner plate and she on her ministration
I tell her I'm too fly for penetration
You're team playing I'm a K sprayer
Players make plays, the plays don't make players
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, all respect due, you not due much
You don't do much, you got much to do, I do too much
You got it backwards, I never take back words
Throw words back 'til my back hurt, backed up
When your back turned, I'ma be back
Lookin' for the chip on your shoulder, homie, I'ma eat that
Lot of people talkin' about me, I don't keep track
Same people sending me their songs, I don't keep track
Click, delete that
My feedback was, "Quit"
So I quit givin' feedback
Kickin' my feet back, thinkin' I just need to relax
Shit, where the speed at?
Follow me, everybody, murderin' everything
They callin' me Teddy Bundy
The industry here to get to my pockets to get the money
Now bitch, repeat that (ayy!)
I'm a young kid, slash old man, slash, "Oh man, he go HAM"
Oh shit, no shit, cast that, fall back on the beat
Got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate
Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline
Every time you take a leap of faith
I take risks, take this, take that, take fans, take shit from no man
No man's land where I send y'all then forget y'all, I'm against y'all
Then again dog, this Token and he a full clip
Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bullshit
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
One, two, one, two, three, ayy!
Yates on a great song to lay shlong, on a beat a nigga way strong
Everybody tell me to pick up the pace, Holmes
So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone
Spray zone, step into me get your face blown
Stay home, N9ne 'bout to race on a bass tone
That double-A prone to lay clones up in the 'pital
And they moan with a trach on
I'm the poppa, not the mama, до свидания
When you come into my octagon, you lost mañana
And I'm 'bout to pop the llama, lotta commas, put a rock upon ya
Nobody want it with (K-O-D) and Token, he be on the (J-O-B)
He murderin' everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin' the wannabes (say holy shit)
N9ne and Token be killin' 'em, all the fear that we instill in 'em
Make 'em shiver with the chill and them some bitches
Thinkin' that Tech N9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches (yeah)
Some crickets, what they hear in the place when I come wicked
I become vicious, Techa N9na makin' dumb digits
And I run with it like when they hung niggas (Pyune)
I be the killer, the one you be feeling for real, I got the hot flows
Caught foes 'cause I got hoes, a lot though when I rock shows
Not no iller scrot bro, if you crooked you smell like Saso
Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso
Motherfucker!
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
The prime minister, lines divine, sinister
Rhyme, greatest of all time
Bitch, I laugh at your witchcraft
Pardons when it's started
I'm the seed of Harriet Tubman and Garvey
Run up on your '85 ass, pull an armed robbery
Act like you never saw me
Your main squeeze, I civilized her
I'm the whack nigga minimizer
This ain't the same thing as anybody
That hold shotties in the party
Talking 'bout you go hard, not even hardly
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
Nice and easy!
I spit and my inner demon is summoned
By this gene is lyrical Jesus vomit moment
My tongue is ill
I win a ton on the church and revered
Like the redcoats are coming
I'm making artists nervous
The words that you worship (yeah)
I make the juggler stop working like he was fired by the circus
I'm so hungry I should rep Hungarian
How I press niggas, my religion should be Presbyterian
I'm a soldier surrounded by sick animals
I'm a veteran that is also a veterinarian (yeah)
You better invest in the better hell o' medicine
Purchase like a lid of mescaline
My venom is alphabetical, this and that I am
Mounting your intestines with
Then resurrecting you back to life with a crucifix (oh!)
You a coward that is out past your curfew
Being blessed by the limitless
Here to say you are barf juice
Sit your ass down in a church pew
Puerto Rican Chino, I turn violence into virtue (get 'em!)
Whatever sin is in a cinematography
You meant it like I'm a menace to pornography
I'm an oddity, need no psychology is helping
I'm on the same prescription that killed Prince Rogers Nelson
It's ironic, I'm iconic
Not a comic, pro-Islamic
Stab a Nazi in the stomach
I was living room couching, the garbage rising
Ignorant family is watching over hip-hop still sitting on it
I'm the illest nigga to ever pick up a pen
And put together manners with the illest, ambidextrous
Meaning many murders may come from me
The one in my hands so physically
As an artist and human, I am more advanced (sh)
Nice is what they call me in any category
Glory I'm baskin' in (real shit)
Your raps are thinner than hemophiliac's blood on old, dirty aspirin
I'm laughin', you askin' for death
Bring your thug best, we can have a slug fest
I bet you niggas all fail like Canelo with a drug test
The fuck outta here! (The fuck outta here!)
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin (assassin)
I'm putting the Darth in Anakin
Ripping apart the planet with niggas alarmed and panicking
Thoughts are scrambling
More than the doctors handling
All of your parts with bandages
And with all advantages, I can show them through the devastation
That their end's awaiting like the head of Satan
With a demonstration of its separation
Got the pencil breaking in the right hand
Twist necks like a mic stand
Nightmare, rip flesh in the distance of a lightyear, yeah!
If you really want to talk about the buzz
And the way that I had to bring it back quick
With a tactic that is steadily breaking the fabric
Of the universe suddenly at risk
'Cause I've mastered this, Passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege
After subtracting these bitches way faster than an abacus
I'm blasting shit, the snub nose never tells lies
The .38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt size
Like pregnant birds in the sky, you'll see the shells fly
Then I'll kill myself just to make the devil in hell die
I tell time, and the clock is ticking on the opposition when I pop it in 'em
With an awkward rhythm, you can hear them hollering
Louder than opera women, I'm a beast!
Assassin (assassin)
Assassin
Gold fleece, no retreat
Talons slow creep
Blow leaf, let his soul leak
Let this OG throw three
Through his lunch meat, I'm Shawn Carter plus Bunchy
Dalai Lama, diamond front teeth, nigga
Cut the rhythm
Fuckin' blades gut the chicken
Motown, I'm on the green like Chet Lemon
I'll put you in the sandlot, stretch more innings
I took my bitch on a yacht, nigga, that's offshore drilling
Assassin (assassin)
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Crowder
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