impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination
your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose
assassinate Oscar Romero? I didn't let 'em but they did indeed But don?t let them assassinate Hugo Chavez Don?t let them assassinate Evo Morales And
us, roll with the riches And float with the fishes The revolution has started thats why I'm undercarded My squad will turn to the most feared into the
with the critical homidical lyrical killer flippin leavin you with boo-boo underpants? How does it feel? Do you wanna come up and chill - with an assassin
little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city in a halo of lights Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
the race Taking a tumble (BRIDGE 1) Loving a stranger Is fearing from danger Is crying in some avenue And soon the hate will be there... (VERSE 2) Assassin
'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that I know mash with no fear Come on Life's short young nigga, get
head up Head up and take a as much as I can Understand, I need a plan, pray and fear no man Nigga, pray, fear no man Nigga, pray, fear no man
[Music: Victor Smolski] [Lyrics: Peavy Wagner] Hijackers, kidnapers, have a look around Assassins with blessings from their gods No mercy, they try to
came down Sanctuary fades, congregation splits Nightly military raids, the congregation splits It's a song of assassins, ringin' in your ears We got terrorists thinking, playing on fears
resistance For what the poor hold dear Stronger than the army We sent to instill fear A US torturer, designed just for you Agony guaranteed, they know what to do CIA assassins
for god and I kill for power For propaganda, the news hour You know my cause, so don't turn your back You see my anger, fear my attack Assassinate Assassinate
sceptre this is about power, this is about government this is about wearing heavy armor this is about protection even though you have no one to fear
priest is dead, no one alive It is the secret of the old temple Where no one stepped in for the hundred of years Because of the fears It is the unknown
thought it would never end How could she say she loved me It must have been all pretend I thought we had a good thing Thought i never be alone The phone rang I feared
your glock Or your block, I'll be knockin' And dead off your shoulders Head will roll Peckerwood P Funk assassin of soul Is in control So have no fear
know we miss her We miss her picture Sometimes it's fated (We) Disintegrate it For fear of growin' old Some times it's fated (We) Assassinate it For fear