Pharoahe Monch, Jean Grae, Royce da 5'9" - Assassins lyrics

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 poh pih evas
Nac ew dna eerf rof cisum gnidaolnwod gnikcuf
Pots hired one hundred
Assassins to infiltrate
The headquarters where files were
Kept of these one hundred, ninety-seven 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 (One)

Fasten your seat belts for the last
Of the three assassins on earth
The first flashing her purse
With a heat stealth they call me Jean McCoy
Beast in me employed, deploy deplorable
Through audible destructive actions
Attractive decoy then pass to the 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
(Whispering) stay on your toes, villains
It's Grae and your day's whittling (Hey)
Blistering lines packed in six
Stick to spine wracked with a sick mind
Trapped in thick bitch frame
Drug you with strychnine in nine drinks
You drunk
And it's my kidney, you dick brain
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
Ignant 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 ball's 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
Corridors, racking your jaws, blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door
Cackling
Still make it back to the bar for last call
(Two)

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: Weed in my whip on the way
To get top like Charles Barkley
You are hardly prepared to
Spar with a marksman, spark me
I'm Gambit with the ace of spades
A master in archery
Vehicular, particularly the vernacular
Specifically the fit so when I spit it
It's spectacular and accurate
When I attack, I'm more legend than Acura
Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch
More blood than Blacula
More Crip than cryptic scriptures
Encrypted with backwards vernacular
Plus, sicker than most like Glenn
Close in Fatal Attraction
I am that nigga for real, per capita
Smacking the next rapper that uses
The term 'swag' or thereafter
These three assassins get to ass whipping
Prepare to for a professional ass that can
Shape shift, 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
Flick's grainy (Geronimo)
I'm on Guantanamo Bay taking pics
In a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a pile of detainees
Screaming
"We are renegades!" Fuck you, pay me

Two where the fuck no where
The fuck is Three?
I know i know he's gonna be
Here he gave me his word, trust me
Yeah, but he does this every time
He's gonna be here, trust me
He's gonna ruin this mission for us again
Look, here he comes now (car crash)

I be riding 'round with
A stripper-slash-burlesque model
I make it pop like my cock in a Durex condom
I'm a opposite artist, I find irony in going
From being like a stone in the
Grass to rocking the Garden
The same irony as going from
Fully automatic in the backyard
To having a whole machine behind me
I take my Australian bitches
Show her 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 bad is what I'm flailing
I got so many furs
PETA gon' paint splash me when they see me
No matter what I'm wearing
Your bitch about 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 claiming that you flow like water
But really, y'all 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
Holding 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 okay i'm in