Pharoahe Monch - Assa**ins lyrics

[Introduction] In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life. An independently funded organization called ("Stop f**ing downloading music for free and we can save hip hop!" in reverse) hired 100 a**a**ins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept. Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed. Only three remained. The third of which was said to own an arsenal that would rival an entire city's police force. The second was rumoured was to be able to move throughout space and time. And the first... [Jean Grae] Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three a**a**ins on Earth The first flashing her purse with a heat stealth They call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed To ploy deplorable through audible destructive actions attractive to Coy Hey, pa** to the Troy after, I'm pa**ing your life over Hell, deliver it through river styx Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering "Stay on ya toes villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling!" (hey) Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick b**h frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick brain I'm just itching to slit veins Stitch lines! Rip game!? f** yo lives Sick range visions n***a, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain? (liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it like Capri Sun Ignorant as ever, she clever, equivalent be none A ball breaker, call fakers out with pa**ion You got the gall ba*tard to brawl with the broad bashers? The ball's in your court, pa** it! You're worn in four faster than acid With AIDS slapped on the back of a Kardashian The wall crasher, you're all in the forecast The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out Catch Grae backing out the back door, cackling Still make it back to the bar for last call [Two.] [Pharoahe Monch] They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley (radical) Never skateboard slang like "gnarly" More like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Charles Barkley You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman spot me I'm gambit with the ace of spades, I'm mastering archery (Hercules) Vehicular, particularly the vernacular Specifically the fit so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate When I attack I'm more like Acura Flip Bloomberg the bird, b**h, more blood than Blackula More Christian scriptures encrypted with backwards vernacular But sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction I am, that n***a for real Per capita smacking the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter These three a**a**ins get to a** whipping Prepare to for a professional a** that can shape shifts, 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 grainy (Geronimo!) I'm on Guantanamo Bay taking pics in a Captain Morgan pose With my left foot on a pile of detainees screaming "We are renegades!" f** you. Pay me (Jean Grae) Two. Where the f**...no. Where the f** is three? (Pharoahe Monch) I know. I know. He's gonna be here He gave me his word, trust me (Jean Grae) Yeah, but he does this every time (Pharoahe Monch) He's gonna be here trust me (Jean Grae) He's gonna ruin this mission for us again (Pharoahe Monch) Look, here he comes now [Royce Da 5'9"] I be riding around with a stripper slash Burlesque model I make it pop like my co*k in Durex condom I'm a -- opposite artist I find irony in going From being like a stone in the gra** to rocking the Garden The same irony as going from fully automatic in the backyard to having the whole machine behind me I take my Australian b**hes and show some other thangs 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'll accidentally k** you on purpose The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs PETA gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearing Your b**h bout to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick Guess you could say she on my coke and nuts/coconuts I'm on point like Chris Paul You on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls I'm bout to flip in this b**h like Dominique Dawes And shut sh** down like a car when it stalls I am the deadliest rapper, you claiming that you flow like water But really ya'll n***as Evian backwards Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got I know when I'm hot It's my show to stop holding my crotch My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends Two dimes with me like I'm a twin cause I'm a ten [Pharoahe Monch] Okay... I'm in