![Assassin’s Creed (Remix) [2019] - Forever M.C. & Hi-Rez (Ft. Passionate MC, Tech N9ne & Token)](/uploads/posts/2022-04/895555.png)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yates on a great song to lay shlong, on a beat a nigga way strong
Everybody tell me to pick up the pace Holmes
So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone
Spray zone, step into me get ya face blown
Stay home, N9na 'bout to race on a bass tone
That double a prone to lay clones up in the pital and they moan with a trach on
I’m the poppa, not the mama, dasvidaniya
When you come into my octagon, you lost mañana
And I'm 'bout to pop the llama, lotta commas, put a rock upon ya
Nobody want it with (K-O-D) and Token, he be on the (J-O-B)
He murderin’ everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin' the wannabes (Say holy) (SHIT!)
N9na and Token be killin' 'em, all the fear that we instill in 'em
Make 'em shiver with the chill and them som' bitches
Thinkin' that Tech N9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches
Some crickets, what they hear in the place when I come wicked
I become vicious, Tecca N9na makin’ dumb digits
And I run with it like when they hung niggas (Pyune)
I be the killa, the one you be feeling for real, I got the hot flows
Caught foes ’cause I got hoes, alot though when I rock shows
Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Saso
Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso
Motherfucka
[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]
My doctor told me I could not be fixed
My teachers, they told I would not be rich
One of them was right and one of them was wrong, you can guess which was which
Lost in this prison, I've been for myself
I been wishing to assemble with this, and from hell I have risen
The cell that I live in, the liquor and pills are just way too
Impendent
And I am not with it, or able to stop
Call up the cops, call up my mom
I got a problem, I have been slipping, I think I need God
I’ma be sinning until I get caught
In a paradox, I'm breaking out the box
I'ma pair of Yeezys, you a pair of Crocs
I ain't going ’til my face is tearing off, like the anesthetic that be wearing off
First I got a little bit of hit, then I've got a lil' bit of >spit❓❓< then I've got a lil' bit of >❓❓❓❓❓<
I am a prodigy, I'm an anomaly
For all my problems, I need a lobotomy
No one is hotter, when I be rhyming on beats >it's a Sodomy ❓❓❓<
People throw up at the thought of me
Really gotta' pray for a better day
No one really give a damn what I got to say
Lost up in this place, blowing out of space
I think I really need you, better get up out my face
I'm going hard 'til the day that I'm in my casket
It's Hi-Rez, shoutout N9na, Token and Passionate
Yates on a great song to lay shlong, on a beat a nigga way strong
Everybody tell me to pick up the pace Holmes
So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone
Spray zone, step into me get ya face blown
Stay home, N9na 'bout to race on a bass tone
That double a prone to lay clones up in the pital and they moan with a trach on
I’m the poppa, not the mama, dasvidaniya
When you come into my octagon, you lost mañana
And I'm 'bout to pop the llama, lotta commas, put a rock upon ya
Nobody want it with (K-O-D) and Token, he be on the (J-O-B)
He murderin’ everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin' the wannabes (Say holy) (SHIT!)
N9na and Token be killin' 'em, all the fear that we instill in 'em
Make 'em shiver with the chill and them som' bitches
Thinkin' that Tech N9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches
Some crickets, what they hear in the place when I come wicked
I become vicious, Tecca N9na makin’ dumb digits
And I run with it like when they hung niggas (Pyune)
I be the killa, the one you be feeling for real, I got the hot flows
Caught foes ’cause I got hoes, alot though when I rock shows
Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Saso
Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso
Motherfucka
[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]
My doctor told me I could not be fixed
My teachers, they told I would not be rich
One of them was right and one of them was wrong, you can guess which was which
Lost in this prison, I've been for myself
I been wishing to assemble with this, and from hell I have risen
The cell that I live in, the liquor and pills are just way too
Impendent
And I am not with it, or able to stop
Call up the cops, call up my mom
I got a problem, I have been slipping, I think I need God
I’ma be sinning until I get caught
In a paradox, I'm breaking out the box
I'ma pair of Yeezys, you a pair of Crocs
I ain't going ’til my face is tearing off, like the anesthetic that be wearing off
First I got a little bit of hit, then I've got a lil' bit of >spit❓❓< then I've got a lil' bit of >❓❓❓❓❓<
I am a prodigy, I'm an anomaly
For all my problems, I need a lobotomy
No one is hotter, when I be rhyming on beats >it's a Sodomy ❓❓❓<
People throw up at the thought of me
Really gotta' pray for a better day
No one really give a damn what I got to say
Lost up in this place, blowing out of space
I think I really need you, better get up out my face
I'm going hard 'til the day that I'm in my casket
It's Hi-Rez, shoutout N9na, Token and Passionate
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