assassin's creed (remix)
Singer:forever m.c. x it's different
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
step into me get ya face blown
n9na '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
when you come into my octagon
and i'm 'bout to pop the llama
nobody want it with and token
he murderin' everybody but never the illuminati
n9na and token be killin' 'em
all the fear that we instill in 'em
make 'em shiver with the chill and them som' bitches
thinkin' that tech n9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches
what they hear in the place when i come wicked
tecca n9na makin' dumb digits
and i run with it like when they hung niggas
the one you be feeling for real
caught foes 'cause i got hoes
alot though when i rock shows
not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like saso
me and token paint it like picasso
my doctor told me i could not be fixed
they told i would not be rich
one of them was right and one of them was wrong
you can guess which was which
i been wishing to assemble with this
and from hell i have risen
the liquor and pills are just way too
i'ma be sinning until i get caught
i ain't going 'til my face is tearing off
like the anesthetic that be wearing off
first i got a little bit of hit
then i've got a lil' bit of spit then i've got a lil' bit of
when i be rhyming on beats it's a sodomy
people throw up at the thought of me
really gotta' pray for a better day
no one really give a damn what i got to say
i think i really need you
better get up out my face
i'm going hard 'til the day i'm in my casket
throw words back 'til my back hurt
lookin' for the chip on your shoulder
lot of people talkin' about me
same people sending me their songs i don't keep track