Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Assassins, artist - 9th Prince. Album song One Man Army, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.2010
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Assassins |
| This place is no Grain |
| I used to walk with a grenade attached to my big ass chain |
| And let it hang, this year I’m blowin' up like the big bang |
| Yo, verbal killa, I rhyme for my street guerillas |
| The Wu-Tang Killa Bee Godzillas |
| I’m wild like a pitbull who turned on his master |
| Lyrical disaster, musical massacre |
| My rhyme pattern left rings around Saturn |
| What I earn will never burn |
| Fast like Sugar Ray, hit hard like the Hitman Hearns |
| I write rhymes whether ridin' in the Range or ridin' on the four train |
| People lookin' at me strange as the 9th Prince explains his membrane |
| I used to walk with a grenade attached to my big ass chain |
| And let it hang… |
| We like assassins, MC’s destroy viciously |
| Put you out for the count and claim victory |
| Maliciously, we the opposite of industry |
| Fuck what you do out there, we Think Differently |
| Duel of an Iron Mic, burned down ya ministry |
| You cats sound off on the mic and have no chemistry |
| No cure, no remedy, my skills is too assimilly |
| My Killa Beez niggas do this, they recommended me |
| Praised commendably, Killarm' the infantry |
| Murderous is the word to describe my symphony |
| And we don’t give a fuck, as you see, I have no sympathy |
| Raised by the crooks in the Brook, my heart’s empty |
| Wu Music, still on ya brain and can’t refuse it |
| It’s like let the bombs blow, nigga, it can’t defuse it |
| Abuse it, Killa Beez still swarm and consume shit |
| Ya wack-ass wanna be niggas we ain’t amused with |
| Yo, I’m an assassin with the pen |
| Murder rappers for frontin' with my passion from within |
| Killa Sin put to killer that was age in the Gotti roots |
| Coffins they cust' and they make 'em when I body troops |
| Mastermind and I’m climbin', rhymin' with no filler |
| Sit back, reclinin', my thoughts racin', I’m more iller |
| Grew up with hustlers, young shooters and old killers |
| That made a smooth transition from a dope dealer |
| Flow wheezin', an asthmatic with bad habits |
| Provoke treason, a track addict, I spaz at it |
| And I damage any dude in my vacinity |
| Top up cruisin', I ain’t tryin' to catch a Kennedy |
| Verbal assassin, I could kill 'em with my energy |
| I’m that nigga other rappers just pretend to be |
| We in a midst of war, pray for my enemies |
| Rap medicine man, I got the remedy, nigga… |