Lyrics

[Intro: ] Refugees, Assassin yah know yu run tings I man jah know seh so Inna terrible form we are gonna murder you Right now we are gonna bury you too We are the number one sound Refugee Assassin run the town Be careful, Be careful We are the Gorgon Sound We bury all sounds *Speaks Haitian Kreyol* [Verse: ] Fuck that hater he's a laugher get him away from me Period he bleed Nigga knocked his man over, power of the greed Couple of Vietnamese, hitting a couple of trees I just want thе G-force, get momma out the streets Shit, I can just roll in pеace yea, ever since Ayiti Niggas try plot on me, deep like china sea Now I got Zoe Bloods that will ride for me From here to Mozambique And they will never talk, unless they catch some heat And we don't talk like Zwazo, unless we cop a plea Beg a deal with road mans, just to kill Jay-Z You Hail Mary full of grace, well Machiavelli me There's no loyalty amongst the grace, I'm holding on the rosery Baby that's alchemy, you gone be the death of me Just say you're my sanctuary, its feeling the cemetery Why you ain't show me half of the love you said you had for me I need that Socrates, I'm talking philosophy Imma just flip my flow up, make it hotter than hades Landed up in that project, I ain't speaking no English But I had to get passage, so I learn the low cartridge Magazine up in storage, grandma making that porridge She got love for her grandkids, no clue I was packing that Taurus [?], Just in case I lost you I said my cousin had a connection for the plug (plug, plug) Now we gone, looking like [?] Child soldiers, Brooklyn turned into Sierra Leone You got real raps? we got real facts Kickback, gotta impact, why you think I run for presi I can't see my country rich, I got a duty today I can't leave the [?], I was born October 17 The day they killed Jean-Jacques Dessalines Technology can tell em what I did But they still can't tell me who killed 2Pac and Big I can enroll in peace (yah), ever since Ayiti I can just roll in peace yea, ever since Ayiti Niggas try plot on me, deep like china sea Now I got Zoe Bloods that will ride for me From here to Mozambique And they will never talk, unless they catch some heat And we don't talk like Zwazo, unless we cop a plea Beg a deal with road mans, just to kill Jay-Z You Hail Mary full of grace, well Machiavelli me There's no loyalty amongst the grace, I'm holding on the rosery [?]