Assassins Lyrics - Jean Grae

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 

Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth 

The first flashin' her purse with a heat stealth 

They call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed 

To ploy deplorable through audibled, destructive actions attractive to Coy 

Hey, pass to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over 

He'll deliver it through river sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady 

My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering 

"Stay on ya toes villains", it's Grae and your day's whittling 

Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine 

Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame 

Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick 

Brain?I'm just itching to slit veins 

Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo lives 

Sick range visions nigga, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain? 

(Liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it like Capri Sun 

Ignorant as ever, she clever, equivalent be none 

A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion 

You got the gall bastard to brawl with the broad bashers? 

The ball's in your court, pass it! 

You're worn in four faster than acid 

With AIDS slapped on the back of a Kardashian 

The wall crasher, you're all in the forecast 

The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out 

Catch Grae backing out the back door, cacklin' 

Still make it back to the bar for last call 

They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably 

Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley 

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, I'm masterin' archery 

Vermicular, particularly the vernacular 

Specifically the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate 

When I attack I'm more like 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 

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