Alkebulan - Assassin lyrics
[Alkebulan - Assassin lyrics]
She’s all that, and a bag of green tea
Herb in her clutch, all rolled up
So much greenery
Escape from life, reality’s lie
Fall in ecstasy till it’s just you and God
Cloud nine is her reality
Every facet of her is enigmatic
But, you don’t wanna know her
Cause once you do here comes the static
(like am)
Seen what Uma did in the second Kill Bill
Dude? Well Vol 2 won’t compare to the
Shit she’ll do to you
She’s real, no press ons on her fingers
They only for pressin’ buttons
And pullin’ Glock triggers
An arsenal of artillery to make a nigga moist
(wet up)
Though an AK 47 is her weapon of choice
Code name Lunar Eclipse
You rarely ever see her
But, if you do you’ll be the guy
That’s dying when you meet her
She keep a piece to bring herself peace
This is a metaphor, I’m only being facetious
Sheesh
Money by the trash bags body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will
Leave you niggas paralyzed
But, if it’s a problem
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked glock on cock
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked glock on cock
She’s full of ambivalence
Her love is ambiguous
Her mind’s an alcoholic
Always in need of a lift
So often her thoughts drift
Like a woman’s stomach in the summer
(wait for it)
Time, was never given to normality
To me she uttered
Every guy that entered her zone
Left as a casualty
Until I casually entered her zone
And brought her immortality
The sun that made her an orange moon
Realized how perfect life is
Tilt her head back and laugh at the sky
Then it hit her, like a bitch nigga
She has a job to do
She’s an assassin sent to kill me
But that she could not do
She lied there, lying to me
Ironic, beautiful lies were all I could see
Farewell assassin
Money by the trash bags body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will
Leave you niggas paralyzed
But, if it’s a problem
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
Nigga you get shot nigga you get shot
AR, the AK, the Uzi the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
Herb in her clutch, all rolled up
So much greenery
Escape from life, reality’s lie
Fall in ecstasy till it’s just you and God
Cloud nine is her reality
Every facet of her is enigmatic
But, you don’t wanna know her
Cause once you do here comes the static
(like am)
Seen what Uma did in the second Kill Bill
Dude? Well Vol 2 won’t compare to the
Shit she’ll do to you
She’s real, no press ons on her fingers
They only for pressin’ buttons
And pullin’ Glock triggers
An arsenal of artillery to make a nigga moist
(wet up)
Though an AK 47 is her weapon of choice
Code name Lunar Eclipse
You rarely ever see her
But, if you do you’ll be the guy
That’s dying when you meet her
She keep a piece to bring herself peace
This is a metaphor, I’m only being facetious
Sheesh
Money by the trash bags body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will
Leave you niggas paralyzed
But, if it’s a problem
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked glock on cock
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked glock on cock
She’s full of ambivalence
Her love is ambiguous
Her mind’s an alcoholic
Always in need of a lift
So often her thoughts drift
Like a woman’s stomach in the summer
(wait for it)
Time, was never given to normality
To me she uttered
Every guy that entered her zone
Left as a casualty
Until I casually entered her zone
And brought her immortality
The sun that made her an orange moon
Realized how perfect life is
Tilt her head back and laugh at the sky
Then it hit her, like a bitch nigga
She has a job to do
She’s an assassin sent to kill me
But that she could not do
She lied there, lying to me
Ironic, beautiful lies were all I could see
Farewell assassin
Money by the trash bags body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will
Leave you niggas paralyzed
But, if it’s a problem
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
Nigga you get shot nigga you get shot
AR, the AK, the Uzi the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot