Assassin's Creed (feat. Tech N9ne, Token & Passionate MC)

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 till my back hurt Backed up when your back turned Ima be back looking for the chip on your shoulder Homie ima 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 One, Two, One, Two, Three Ay Yates on a great song the lace long Wanna beat a nigga way strong Everybody tell me to pick up the pace Holmes So I gotta get to rippin' till my taste gone Sprays on step up onto me and get your face blown Stay home N9na boutta race on the bass tone They'll never delay to lay clones Up in the pit when they moan with a drake home 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 lots to come I spit a rock upon ya Nobody want it with (K-O-D) And Token be on the (J-O-B) He murdering everybody but never the Illuminati We makin' the wannabes (Say Holy) N9na and Token be killing 'em All the fear that we instilling '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 (Pyune) 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 put in the dark then Anakin Rippin' apart the planet with niggas so long that panickin' Thoughts are scramblin' more than the dark is handlin' All of your parts are spinaches and with all advantages I can show them through the devastation That the ends are awaiting like the head of Satan With a demonstration of a separation Got the pencil breaking in the right hand Twist necks like a mic stand Nightmare bring flesh in the distance of the light yeah (yeah) If you really wanna talk about the buzz and the way that I had to bring it back quick With a tactic got it settled to breaking the fabric And the universe suddenly at risk 'Cause I mastered this Passionate is back at it and his actions are sacrilege I'm just attracting these bitches like faster than an advocate is I'm blasting shit The snub knows step her tells lies The 38 wrapped around my waist it's not a belt size The pregnant birds in the sky you see the shells fly Then I kill myself just to make the devil and hell die I tell time and the clock is ticking on the opposition When I pop it in them with the arc of rhythm You can hear them hollering a lot of opera women I'm a beast