Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Assassin, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.10.2014
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
American Assassin |
| An eagle soars as the people fall |
| However, he ignores |
| All your feeble wars |
| He will steal a horse |
| Speed the steed across |
| Clean between your forces |
| And beat them all |
| In a free-for-all |
| These scenes of gore |
| Are nothing but another bit of heathen lore |
| From Florentine streets to Venetian waters |
| The whispers persist of a secret order |
| And whether or not you believe, it’s all good |
| Either way I’ll proceed; |
| keep wreaking trauma |
| You’re never making Connor fall |
| I never honour laws |
| When I’m on a warpath |
| My tomahawk’s |
| Always responsible |
| For an onslaught |
| Of monstrous proportions |
| You’re a goner, fool |
| Done for |
| Humans I hunt for |
| Dropping through the roof |
| Never knocking on the front door |
| What, you want more? |
| Or do you want war? |
| I’ve been around for longer |
| Than Rob Faulkner |
| And now I’m gonna |
| Run up on a futhamucking armed gunner |
| Pull a Stone Cold Stunner |
| And I’ve done a runner |
| Quicker than a bullet from a gun |
| And once again I’m under cover |
| Repping for the Brotherhood |
| Stepping like no other could |
| Uppercutting any threats |
| I never take another look |
| I’m an assassin |
| One with a passion |
| For innovative rapping |
| Dropping so fast |
| You’re probably having |
| A problem to follow the captions |
| Said I’m an assassin |
| One with a passion |
| For innovative rapping |
| Dropping so fast |
| You’re probably having |
| A problem to follow the captions |
| I combat colonialism |
| While owning a rhythm |
| I know the world doesn’t owe me a living |
| So throw me a bone |
| And I’ll cause pandemonium with it |
| Ignoring Newtonian physics |
| Forget opprobrium |
| Critics’ll go with baloney below |
| To the same place I take fakes |
| Phoneys and mimics |
| No need for gimmicks |
| Cynics only need a mo with my lyrics |
| Do you need me to explain that |
| I’m lyrically spraying it |
| Sharper than the tip of any bayonet |
| I pack a hidden blade and I make you lay on it |
| Whether minutemen or redcoats |
| It’ll only take a minute at the very most |
| 'til they’re both dead, ghosts |
| I dead both |
| Behead foes |
| 'til stocks and shares in lead rose |
| From Boston to New York |
| Soul of an eagle |
| Aloft in a true hawk |
| And as I move through the frontier |
| The truth becomes clear |
| The future calls, I’m done here |
| Almost |
| I’ve just got another little task |
| And I won’t tell |
| If you don’t ask |
| Because |
| I’m an assassin |
| One with a passion |
| For innovative rapping |
| Dropping so fast |
| You’re probably having |
| A problem to follow the captions |
| Said I’m an assassin |
| One with a passion |
| For innovative rapping |
| Dropping so fast |
| You’re probably having |
| A problem to follow the captions |