Assassins Creed

Intro: Passionate MC

Yeah

Ah

Passionate MC

Tech N9ne

Yo Token!

I said

Verse 1: 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 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

**********t 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 ********** repeat that

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

Oh **********t no **********t 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 **********t 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 bull**********t

Interlude

One, Two, One, Two, Three

Ay

Verse 2: Tech N9ne

Yates on a great song to lay shlong

On a beat a ***** 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 ma?ana

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 murdering everybody but never the Illuminati

We makin' the wannabes (Say Holy) (**********T!)

N9na and Token be killing 'em

All the fear that we instill in 'em

Make 'em **********ver with the chill and a sum

********** 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 *****s (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

Mother*****a

Verse 3: Passionate MC

Yo, I'm putting the Darth in Anakin ripping

apart the planet with *****s 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 ********** way faster than an abacus!

I’m blasting **********t! 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!