Artist: Pharoahe Monch f/ Jean Grae, Royce Da 5'9" Album: W.A.R. (We Are Renegades) Song: Assassins Typed by: FirstLineRhyme@gmail.com [Introduction] In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life An independently funded organization called (garbled speech) hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed Only three remained The third of which was said to own an arsenal that would rival an entire city's police force The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout space and time And the first... [Jean Grae] Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth The first flashing her purse where the heat's stashed They call me Jean McCoy, beast in thee employ deploy deplorable, through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy Then pass it to Troy, after I'm passing your life over He'll deliver it through river Styx, Hades I'm cold, deliberate, ladies, my foes limited pray me some praise (whisper it) stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling Blistering lines packed in sick, stick to spine Racked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame Drug you with strychnine, in nine drinks you drunk and it's my kidney, you dickbrain, I'm just itching to slit veins Stitch lines, Rick James, Fuck yo lives, sip brains, bitches Niggas, kick rocks, or kick rhymes, it's to the pain liquor riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun ignint as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion You got the gall bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest? The balls in your court, pass it But warning, fall faster than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian The walls crash in, you all on the floor gasping the gas pour in the corridor, racking your jaws, blacking out Catch Grae backing out the back door cackling still make it back to the bar for last call [Two.] [Pharoahe Monch] They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley (Radical) Never skateboard slang like "gnarly" More like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Charles Barkley You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman spot me I'm Gambit with the ace of spades, a master in archery (Funiculi) Funicula, particularly the vernacular Specifically the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate When I attack I'm more Legend than Acura Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula More Christian scriptures encrypted with backwards vernacular But sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction I am, that nigga for real Per capita smackin' the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter These three assassins get to ass whippin' Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts spit, hollow tip clips mainly Sick, ain't he? (Mind control) Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney My life is like a documentary film depicted in black and white, flicks grainy (Geronimo!) I'm on Guantanamo Bay takin' pics in a Captain Morgan pose With my left foot on a pile of detainees screamin' "we are renegades!" Fuck you. Pay me (Jean Grae) Two. Where the fuck...no. Where the fuck is three? (Pharoahe Monch) I know. I know. He's gonna be here He gave me his word, trust me (Jean Grae) Yeah, but he does this every time (Pharoahe Monch) He's gonna be here trust me (Jean Grae) He's gonna ruin this mission for us again (Pharoahe Monch) Look, here he comes now [Royce Da 5'9"] I be ridin' around with a stripper slash Burlesque model I make it pop like my cock in Durex condom I'm a -- opposite artist I find irony in goin from bein' like a stone in the grass to rockin' the Garden The same irony as goin' from fully automatic in the backyard to havin' the whole machine behind me I take my Australian bitches and show some other thangs She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain Don't try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in person I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs PETA gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearin Your bitch bout to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick Guess you could say she on my coconuts I'm on point like Chris Paul you on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls I'm bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes and shut shit down like a car when it stalls I am the deadliest rapper, you claimin' that you flow like water but really ya'll niggas Evian backwards Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got I know when I'm hot It's my show to stop holdin' my crotch My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends two dimes with me like I'm a twin cause I'm a ten [Pharoahe Monch] Okay... I'm in