Assassination

[Verse 1:Verb T] Step inside the building And I'm walking like a killer Looking for the others Feeling that no one is iller Wrapping up the bodies Then I lock them in the chiller Falling like Frazier When he lost it in Manila People always wanting us to go and kill the fakers off And I got the right ingredients to go make a bomb Show you in the thoughts when the blast tear your faces off You will see me standing in the ashes when the flames are gone On the top floor, rifle in my grasp Plus there's another three snipers in the grass Pop your heads up while your driving in your car That's a massacre, now your brain is your passenger Aim it in your daytime Playlist the mergulum Flippin on the daily, but I don't work at Burger King Up from the underground, stealth when we're surfacing Leaving new bloody patterns all on your furnishings [Verse 2: Leaf Dog] So sharp I cut silk in the river Leave your head gone before you see a shadowy figure As I paint a picture, deep in ancient China Throw smoke bombs so thick, you can't find na' Ninja in the background, bodies getting hacked down Heads falling off when we finally let the axe down Keep the ear to the ground, listening for the crickets Learned the art of war in my sleep with the spirits Living stranger stands as the remainder, in danger See, the beat is my retainer I do the shogun a favor and save you Even a hundred man deep, watch me wade through See me chilling, while the harp will play [?] Ready fight you to the dead like [?] Watch the skies turn grey, when my ninjas creep I'll pull your heart out of your chest, just to feel your beat [Verse 3: Dirty Dike] Slay with tongue Not the type to wave from gun Hit your pressure points Walk away calm, don't run Always moving with my face to the sun Turn ronan around the time to the fake and begun Take the hits, write the names down Do this for the story that they tell when I came 'round Always high, but I never settle on the same ground Waiting for the rain clouds Wash away the footprints Travel through deranged towns Trained for combat, but really you on that? I see this ending like a scene out of Ong-Bak There's no masters and no needing for contracts Cause people disappear overnight and don't come back Write the scriptures, what they depict is another loss foe that learned hard that we're the victors You get it? Blood is addictive On some sick shit, won't stop till there is no one on the hit list [Verse 4: BVA] I'm killing slappers, kids, animals and rappers Casual as a bag of bull slapping on your sag puss I bring madness, with a dagger I bring sadness Stare you in the eyes until you collapse into blackness In the garden shed I sit waiting Playing with my razor blade, and mate, I ain't shaving Scraping, bathing in the blood stains naked Playing chess with Ted Bundy's best mates hating Dreams of raping a boy band's member in the face I'm chopping of his bollocks with a spade There's not a lot of promise in my brain Like God, am I insane With a shotgun, I wander in the rain You ain't got one when I cop one in your face I blow your fucking noggin off to ponder on the pain Take you shopping round the hospital of AIDs I ain't popular, I ain't wrong and I ain't stopping till the grave [Verse 5: Fliptrix] I assassinate, lacerate and decapitate Hack you up >in/and??? Fi body parts depicts the art and starvin fi this plan today This man's insane, mad deranged, assassin with a phantom phase Targets on the bridge about to cut the rope and hand their fate Kill them with a hand grenade like BANG! Cause I'm a k-k-killer! Cold blooded, no frontin', don’t crush it, bolt cutting Assassin with a passion for damage [?] holding him ransom, smacking him with hammers [?] [?] We're burning the cash to ashes Quicker than rappers making the victims vanish setting the trap i give them a drink of water, I know it's liquid acid, that's dramatic [Hook: x2 BVA] Assassin hidden in the dark Here to take them out Trained in one Martial art, that's the dirty mouth Won't stop until there's big piles of bodies Smoke bombs disappear, collecting heads for a hobby Assassin hidden in the dark Here to take them out Trained in one Martial art, that's the dirty mouth Won't stop until there's big piles of bodies Smoke bombs disappear, collecting heads for a hobby