assassins creed

yeah

ah

passionate mc

tech n9ne

yo token!

i said

woah woah woah

all respect due you not due much

you don't do much you got much to do

i do too much you got it backwards

i never take backwards

throw words back 'til my back hurt

backed up when your back turned

i'ma be back looking for the chip on your shoulder

homie i'ma eat that

lot of people talking about me i don't keep track

same people sending me their songs i don't keep track

click - delete that!

my feedback was quick

so i quit giving feedback

kicking my feet back thinking i just need to relax

shit where the speed at

follow me everybody i'm murdering everything

they calling me teddy but the industry idiots in my pockets to get the money now bitch repeat that

i'm a young kid slash old man slash oh man he go ham

oh shit no shit cast that fall back on the beat

got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate

don't respect you if you demand a trampoline

every time you take a leap of faith

i take risks

take this

take that

take fans

take shit from no man

no man's land where i send y'all then forget y'all

i'm against y'all

then again dog

this token and he a full clip

can't take me

tame me or entertain me with that bullshit

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ay

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

spray zone

step into me get ya face blown

stay home

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

i'm the poppa not the mama dasvidaniya

when you come into my octagon you lost manana

and i'm 'bout to pop the llama lotta commas

put a rock upon ya

nobody want it with

and token

he be on the

he murdering everybody but never the illuminati

we makin' the wannabes

n9na and token be killing 'em

all the fear that we instill in 'em

make 'em shiver with the chill and a sum

bitches thinkin' that tech n9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches

some crickets what they hear in the place when i come wicked

i become vicious

tecca n9na makin' dumb digits

and i run with it like when they hung niggas

i be the killa the one you be feeling for real i got the hot flows

caught foes 'cause i got hoes

a lot though when i rock shows

not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like sasso

used to be ron

lock load

me and token paint it like picasso

motherfucka

yo

i'm putting the darth in anakin ripping apart the planet with niggas alarmed and panicking

thoughts are scrambling more than the doctors handling all of your parts with bandages!

and with all advantages i can show them through the devastation that

their end's awaiting like the head of satan with a demonstration of it's separation!

got the pencil breaking in the right hand. twist necks like a mic stand!

nightmare! rip flesh in the distance of a lightyear!

yeah! if you really want to talk about the buzz and the way that i had to bring it back quick

with a tactic that is steadily breaking the fabric of the universe suddenly at risk!

'cause i've mastered this! passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege

after subtracting these bitches way faster than an abacus!

i'm blasting shit! the snub nose never tells lies!

the.38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt size!

like pregnant birds in the sky

you'll see the shells fly!

then i'll kill myself just to make the devil in hell die!

i tell time

and the clock is ticking on the opposition when i pop it in 'em

with an awkward rhythm

you can hear them hollering louder than opera women; i'm a beast!