[Intro: Pharoahe Monch & 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 poh pih evas nac ew dna eerf rof cisum gnidaolnwod gnikcuf pots hired one hundred assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept. Of these one hundred, ninety-seven 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... (One)
[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth
The first flashing her purse with a heat stealth
They call me Jean McCoy, beast in me employed, deploy deplorable
Through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy
Then pass to the Troy after I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through river Styx, Hades, I'm cold, deliberate, ladies
My foes limited, pray me some praise (Whispering)
Stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling (Hey)
Blistering lines packed in six, stick to spine
Wracked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame
Drug you with strychnine in nine drinks, you drunk
And it's my kidney, you dick brain, I'm just itching to slit veins
Stitch lines, Rick James, fuck yo' lives, sip brains, bitches
Niggas, kick rocks or kick rhymes, it's to the pain
Liquor-riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun
Ignant as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
You got the gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest?
The ball's in your court, pass it; but warning, fall faster
Than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian
The walls crash in, you all on the floor, gasping
The gas pour in the corridors, racking your jaws, blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door, cackling
Still make it back to the bar for last call
(Two)
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 poh pih evas nac ew dna eerf rof cisum gnidaolnwod gnikcuf pots hired one hundred assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept. Of these one hundred, ninety-seven 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... (One)
[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth
The first flashing her purse with a heat stealth
They call me Jean McCoy, beast in me employed, deploy deplorable
Through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy
Then pass to the Troy after I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through river Styx, Hades, I'm cold, deliberate, ladies
My foes limited, pray me some praise (Whispering)
Stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling (Hey)
Blistering lines packed in six, stick to spine
Wracked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame
Drug you with strychnine in nine drinks, you drunk
And it's my kidney, you dick brain, I'm just itching to slit veins
Stitch lines, Rick James, fuck yo' lives, sip brains, bitches
Niggas, kick rocks or kick rhymes, it's to the pain
Liquor-riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun
Ignant as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
You got the gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest?
The ball's in your court, pass it; but warning, fall faster
Than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian
The walls crash in, you all on the floor, gasping
The gas pour in the corridors, racking your jaws, blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door, cackling
Still make it back to the bar for last call
(Two)
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