Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Time to Die, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 10.11.2015
Song language: English
Your Time to Die |
| Born into Revolution, an industrial one |
| But I would not call me lucky, coming up from the slums |
| Nobody’s wondering why I hardly trust anyone |
| Cause if you’re free from corruption, then you must be a nun |
| You’ve got an army of thugs? Then let me bloody’em up |
| Don’t lay a hand on my coat unless you wanna be cut |
| I’ll pummel you with brass knuckles, leave you ugly as fuck |
| Then wipe the blood off my gauntlet, and act like nothing is up! |
| Because I’m keeping up appearances within my Syndicate |
| If you’re pollutin' my community, I’m catchin' wind of it! |
| I’m making history, with every single day I’m living it! |
| I’ll leave a bigger footprint than frickin' Charles Dickens did |
| Cause my name is as famous as David Copperfield is |
| Child labor’s popular, my god that’s awful for kids |
| I’m trying to stop these Hard Times from getting harder than this |
| And I still got Great Expectations, now that’s an Oliver Twist HA! |
| Keep your children outta factories |
| You can haul your own coal, sew your own tapestries |
| If you’re living lavishly, that’ll end in tragedy |
| I’ll knock you off your balcony, and leave the rest to gravity |
| Here’s my manifesto, It’s practically a rhapsody |
| Who’da knew beneath this classy jacket I’d be packing heat? |
| I’m a fashion masterpiece, sent by the Assassin’s Creed |
| If you’re an aristocrat, now’s the time to flatter me |
| That dude is fly, with that suit and tie, he don’t mess around |
| She’s by his side, nowhere to hide |
| When they come to town |
| Cause there’s Assassin their veins |
| Every Templar will be slain |
| A time to live, time to fight |
| Now, it’s your time to die |
| Leave it to me and Evie to keep these streets clean |
| Ha ha! That ain’t gonna be easy, No, UH! |
| The name’s Jacob Frye, If you can’t wait to die |
| Inside my cane I hide a blade with which I take your life |
| I’m taking over Devil’s Acre with this gang of mine |
| Drinking bitter, we prefer it to the taste of wine |
| When we got a problem, we assassinate the guy |
| Pick your pocket, take you hostage, any way to make it by |
| Take your eyes off my sister, man, she ain’t your wife |
| But she may slice you wide open with a table knife |
| Call us crooks, soon enough we’ll make you change your mind |
| Join the Rooks if you love it when the stakes are high |
| I’ve climbed higher steeples, I’ve scaled bigger Bens |
| Don’t believe me? Take a swim in the River Thames |
| That dude is fly, with that suit and tie |
| He don’t mess around |
| She’s by his side, nowhere to hide |
| When they come to town |
| Send corruption to it’s grave |
| Hidden blades decide your fate |
| You’ll pay the price for your life of crime |
| When it’s your time to die |
| Welcome to London, City of the Paupers |
| Don’t think you’re safe cause you were brought up prim and proper |
| You really oughta watch your back, you got a stalker |
| Six shot revolver, let’s see who can draw first |
| But if you draw last, you’re gonna drop fast |
| I’ll pull my hood down and throw on my top hat |
| Quit with the kukri, don’t make me prove my skill |
| I’ll take these orphans out the textile and put you through the mill |
| As long as I complete my mission, doesn’t matter who I kill |
| Bet your ass Jack the Ripper’s got some massive shoes to fill |
| Knock me off the tracks, I’ll come back with direction |
| Nowhere to run and you have no protection |
| You can thank Darwin, natural selection |
| That dude is fly, with that suit and tie |
| He don’t mess around |
| She’s by his side, nowhere to hide |
| When they come to town |
| Cause there’s Assassin their veins |
| Trust in them, they’ll take the reigns |
| When your injustice comes to light |
| It’s your time to die |