Assassin's Creed (Remix)

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Don't be mad at the sick writing

My boy is young clique trifling

Watch out, they here to lift your big breitling

Second outta my momma's four sons

The needle in the haystack to stick out like a sore thumb, hitchhiking

Your bitch my chicken tender

The world's my dinner plate and she on her menustration

I tell her I'm too fly for penetration

You're team playing I'm a K sprayer

Players make plays, the plays don't make players

[Interlude]

Assassin

Assassin

[Verse 2: Token]

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 back words

Throw words back 'til my back hurt, backed up, when your back turned, I'ma be back

Lookin' for the chip on your shoulder, homie I'ma eat that

Lot of people talkin' about me, I don't keep track

Same people sending me their songs I don't keep track

Click - delete that!

My feedback was, "Quit", so I quit givin' feedback

Kickin' my feet back thinkin' I just need to relax

Shit, where the speed at?

Follow me everybody, murderin' everything

They callin' 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

[Interlude]

Assassin

Assassin

Assassin

One, Two, One, Two, Three

Ay

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

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 mañana

And I'm 'bout to pop the llama, lotta commas, put a rock upon ya

Nobody want it with (K-O-D) and Token, he be on the (J-O-B)

He murderin' everybody but never the Illuminati

We makin' the wannabes (Say holy) (SHIT!)

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

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 (Pyune)

I be the killa, the one you be feeling for real, I got the hot flows

Caught foes 'cause I got hoes, alot though when I rock shows

Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Saso

Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso

Motherfucka

[Interlude]

Assassin

Assassin

[Verse 4: Planet Asia]

The prime minister

Lines divine, sinister

Rhyme, greatest of all time

Bitch I laugh at your witchcraft

Pardons when it's started

I'm the seed of Harriet Tubman and Garvey

Run up on your '85 ass, pull an armed robbery

Act like you never saw me

Your main squeeze I civilized her

I'm the whack nigga minimizer

These ain't the same things as anybody

The hold shottys in the party

Talking 'bout you go hard, not even hardly

[Interlude]

Assassin

Assassin

Nice and easy

[Verse 5: Chino XL]

I spit and my inner demon is summoned

By this gene is lyrical Jesus vomit moment

My tongue is ill I win a ton on the church and revered like the redcoats are coming

I'm making artists nervous

The words that you worship

I make the juggeler stop working like he was fired by the circus

I'm so hungry I should rep Hungarian

How I press niggas, my religion should be Presbyterian

I'm a soldier surrounded by sick animals

I'm a veteran that is also a veterinarian

You better invest in the better hella medicine

Purchase like a lid of mescaline

My venom is alphabetical

This and that I am

Mounting your intestines with

Then resurrecting you back to life with a crucifix

You a coward that is out past your curfew

Being blessed by the limitless

Here to save you and your berfews

Sit your ass down in a church pew

Puerto Rican Chino, I turn violence into virtue

Whatever sin is in cinematography

You meant it like I'm a menace to pornography

I'm an oddity, need no psychology, it's helping

I'm on the same prescription and kill pricks while he's melting

It's ironic, I'm iconic

Not a comic, pro islamic

Stab a Nazi in the stomach

That was literal [?]

Ignorant family is watching over hip-hop still sitting on it

I'm the illest nigga to ever pick up a pen

And put together manners with the illest ambidextrous

Meaning many murders may come from me the one in my hands so physically as an artist and a human I am more advanced

Nice is what they call me

In any category, glory I'm baskin in

Your raps are thinner than hemophiliac's blood on old, dirty aspirin

I'm laughin' you askin' for death

Bring your thug best we can have a slug fest

Betcha you niggas all fail like Canelo with a drug test

FUCK OUTTA HERE!

[Interlude]

Assassin

Assassin

[Verse 6: Passionate MC]

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 its 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!

[Verse 7: BRONZE NAZARETH]

Gold Fleece, no retreat

Talons slow creep

Blow leaf/ let his soul leak

Lettuce OG, throw three

Thru his lunch meat, I'm Shawn Carter plus Bunchy

Dalai Lama Diamond front teeth nigga

Cut the rhythm

Fuckin blades gut the chicken

Motown Im on the green like Chet Lemon

I'll put you in the sandlot/ stretch more innings

I took my bitch on a yacht, nigga that's offshore drilling!!