Assassin Nation

Lyrics

[Intro] "We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically, will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is Motherfuckers better realize [Verse 1: Ransom] My nigga's talking that real shit Y'all niggas talking that fake shit Talking 'bout how you gon' kill shit My nigga don't quit ya day shift Talking that pull up in Wraith shit Pouring a cup of that grave shit But when a nigga get kilt off Y'all niggas won't even say shit How a nigga s'posed to make it Evr'ybody hating, speaking on the greatest Niggas be saying that I'm underrated I just be saying that it's undebated I could just pull up on 'em unabated I put this gun up on him and he fainted Nah, I don't even wanna spray it 'Cause, that ain't even how I play it I, used to be a Young Thug Now the Future bright, and I ain't gotta say it I, used to sell drugs I bought grams, I ain't even had to weigh it Now, I'm just trying to be creative Like an Amadeus, crackers trying to play us They don't wanna pay us, that is overstated We let 'em take over what we created Music and evil, that shit is related Say Ran better stop this Might not wanna drop this 'Cause a million dollars got Pac hit It'll take shit to get you clipped And that's true shit, and I knew this But I choose this 'cause ain't nobody else gon' do shit You know what they say about loose lips And I might sink that cruise ship And you might think this dude's sick 'Cause it's Eazy to be Ruthless I be thinking revolutionary I'm just trying to make it legendary I'm just trying to make it bigger than Any legend in the cemetery I be studying the God degree But I seen a couple of robberies I been getting all of these dark figures Now they calling me a Prodigy Never let the haters bother me Better take a major artery I been loyal to the game, playa Never breaking the monogamy, it's hard for me [Verse 2: J.R] Man, these niggas sounding pitiful I ain't the one for subliminals They only attack the peripheral I'ma make sure that it's visible So you can see me like a bulletin Face the feat, got the footage in I was still loyal while losing friends Stood behind bars like the hooligans Tell these new niggas I'm moving in They gotta find a location Make sure my line is quotations I better find the notations I'm up to bat with no bases The flow be over niggas' heads They like to relax in the basement I ain't got time to show patience I ain't got time to show basics Somebody tell 'em to tighten up For years they been killing and fighting us When are we gon' break the cycle up? They murder all the sheep 'Til we turn to wolves on 'em, my nigga, they Lycan us But still they ain't liking us When I'm typing up, gettin robbed every verse I just be giving these diamonds up Something they should be appraised more You don't always get what you pay for Some were born rich and became poor Don't let your spirit escape, boy They ain't even seen your beast yet Find the beauty in the rejects Then you'll turn into a deep threat Never hesitate to pull up from anywhere Shit is like a (?) I'm bringing sand to the beach next While you can't even get ya feet wet James, my name ain't LeBron though I can assist you like Rondo I got juice like I came in a bronco Juice like it came with a combo No J's, no chains None of the things that these hoes praise Just a crazy drive, that's road rage If you on my street, you need a road cage And there's no shade A lot of rappers suck, but they propane 'Cause y'all gas 'em up Got the culture looking bad as fuck When we speak on it, y'all get mad at us, but All these niggas got the same sound Different circus with the same clowns We heard your story, you can change now Talking loud, saying nothing James Brown Rest in peace to The Godfather These niggas be lacking that soul They trade it for fabric and gold I'm placing it back at the throne, like [Outro] Every so called gender, race Sexual preference, every person as beings of sound To acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness Of the entire fucking world Other (?) unaimed, will be disclaimed Will be maimed to rappers slain