Stone Cold Soul DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz

Assassins

[Verse 1]
Ayo, check
Coming live from Gotham City screaming "Bruce Wayne, you can eat a dick"
It's hell, we bag and sell that Poison Ivy just to see the chips
It's chaos like Muggs and Marci, large pistol underneath the car seat
Getting caught is costly but we risk the odds, oddly
Your favorite rapper could fuck with me hardly
Niggas know I been going hard but as of now my style's beyond godly
The only nigga with DMT on the Garvey
My P in C is the illegally issued heat from out the army
I been a don since niggas called purple weed 'Barney'
You know low - the fashion, Rome the stone cold soul assassin (Soul assassins)
Cut the grass to view the cobra passing
Kill his ass with no compassion, the boldest action
I control the globe and hold the laugh in
Fully tapped in, I don't know distractions
You can't decode the flow, I came to overdose this, the spider package
Jury party, I'll invite the ratchet to book ya ass with

[Hook]
Prescribe the homicide, now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper cap backwards
All you saw was the flash, the black mask and the soul assassin