When the Fat Lady Sings (Remix)

[Intro: Soul Assassins]

Assassins... Assassins...

Assassins... Assassins...

Assassins... Assassins...

Assassins... Assassins...

Assassins... Assassins...

Assassins... Assassins...

(SUUUU!) Assassins...

[Verse 1: GZA]

Whether describing facts, or interrupted by quotes

Cease the bullshit, with live volts

Just like watts push the juice through amps

Rap generals, run the troops in camps

Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged

No holds barred, live and unplugged

Trapped on the other side of electrified steel doors

Once in, greeted with thunderstorm applause

The message breaks the concrete barrier

Launch the vessel, known as the A-1 carrier

Sound going through a cable, who the fuck able?

Mix this shit, with your turntable unstable

So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well

Then the tool tech equalize the currents well

Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox

From the Isle, where the drinks splash straight off the rocks

[Chorus: Soul Assassins]

Ya'll better run (Assassins... Assassins...)

Go get your guns (Assassins... Assassins...)

'Cause here we come (Assassins... Assassins...)

It's the Soul Assassins (Assassins... Assassins...)

[Verse 2: GZA]

The Witty Unpredictable, outcome critical

Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual

Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture

Separate the cut from uncut with the sifter

Rap wall designed from the best bricklayers

Names tagged in prints from the best paint-sprayers

Unheard of, 2,000 feet deep in the planet

Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of granite

Certified A-side Wu-Banga strangler

Control slide time in the multi-disc changer

Liquid Swords and Razor Sharp shanks lead the tank

On the sea, file in eighth rank, ships sank

[Chorus: Soul Assassins]

Ya'll better run (Assassins... Assassins...)

Go get your guns (Assassins... Assassins...)

'Cause here we come (Assassins... Assassins...)

It's the Soul Assassins (Assassins... Assassins...)

Ya'll better run (Assassins... Assassins...)

Go get your guns (Assassins... Assassins...)

'Cause here we come (Assassins... Assassins...)

It's the Soul Assassins (Assassins... Assassins...)

(Assassins... Assassins...)

(Assassins... Assassins...)

(Assassins... Assassins...)

(Assassins... Assassins... Assassins... Assassins)