[Verse 1]
Born into revolution, an industrial one
But I would not call me lucky, coming up from the slums
Nobody's wondering why I hardly trust anyone
'Cause if you're free from corruption, then you must be a nun
You've got an army of thugs? Then let me bloody 'em up
Don't lay a hand on my coat unless you wanna be cut
I'll pummel you with brass knuckles, leave you ugly as f***
Then wipe the blood off my gauntlet, and act like nothing is up!
Because I'm keeping up appearances within my Syndicate
If you're pollutin' my community, I'm catchin' wind of it!
I'm making history, with every single day, I'm living it!
I'll leave a bigger footprint than frickin' Charles Dickens did
'Cause my name is as famous as David Copperfield is
Child labor's popular, my god, that's awful for kids
I'm trying to stop these Hard Times from getting harder than this
And I still got Great Expectations, now that's an Oliver Twist, ha!
Keep your children out of factories
You can haul your own coal, sew your own tapestries
If you're livin' lavishly, that'll end in tragedy
I'll knock you off your balcony, and leave the rest to gravity
Here's my manifesto, It's practically a rhapsody
Who'da knew beneath this classy jacket I'd be packing heat?
I'm a fashion masterpiece, sent by the Assassin's Creed
If you're an aristocrat, now's the time to flatter me
Born into revolution, an industrial one
But I would not call me lucky, coming up from the slums
Nobody's wondering why I hardly trust anyone
'Cause if you're free from corruption, then you must be a nun
You've got an army of thugs? Then let me bloody 'em up
Don't lay a hand on my coat unless you wanna be cut
I'll pummel you with brass knuckles, leave you ugly as f***
Then wipe the blood off my gauntlet, and act like nothing is up!
Because I'm keeping up appearances within my Syndicate
If you're pollutin' my community, I'm catchin' wind of it!
I'm making history, with every single day, I'm living it!
I'll leave a bigger footprint than frickin' Charles Dickens did
'Cause my name is as famous as David Copperfield is
Child labor's popular, my god, that's awful for kids
I'm trying to stop these Hard Times from getting harder than this
And I still got Great Expectations, now that's an Oliver Twist, ha!
Keep your children out of factories
You can haul your own coal, sew your own tapestries
If you're livin' lavishly, that'll end in tragedy
I'll knock you off your balcony, and leave the rest to gravity
Here's my manifesto, It's practically a rhapsody
Who'da knew beneath this classy jacket I'd be packing heat?
I'm a fashion masterpiece, sent by the Assassin's Creed
If you're an aristocrat, now's the time to flatter me
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