Artist: Forever M.C. & It's Different f/ Passionate MC, Tech N9ne, Token Album: Forever M.C. Song: Assassins Creed Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Passionate MC] Yeahhhh, uh, rahh! Passionate MC, Tech N9ne, yo Token! ASSASSINS! Yeah [Token] Whoa whoa whoa, all respect due you're not due much You don't do much, you got much to do, I do too much You got it backwards, I never take back words, throw words back 'til my back hurt Back up when your back turned, I'ma be back lookin for the chip on your shoulder, homie I'ma eat that Lot of people talkin about me I don't keep track same people sendin me their songs, I don't keep track Click - delete that! My feedback was quick so I quit givin feedback Kickin my feet back thinkin I just need to relax, shit, where the speed at? Follow me everybody, murderin everything, they callin me Teddy but the industry idiots in my pockets to get the money now bitch, repeat that I'm a, young kid slash old man, slash Oh man, he go HAM, oh shit, no shit, cast that Fall back on the beat, got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline every time you take a leap of faith I take risks, take this, take that, take fans, take shit from no man No man's land where I send y'all, then forget y'all I'm against y'all, then again dawg, this Token and he a full clip Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bullshit! ... [Interlude] One, two, one two three! [Tech N9ne] (Ay!) 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, steppin to me get ya face blown, stay home, Nina 'bout to race on a bass tone Double and lay prone to lay clones up in the 'pital and they moan with a trach' on I'm the poppa, not the momma, dasvidaniya, when you come into my octagon you lost maņana 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!) Nina and Token be killin 'em, all the fear that we instill in 'em Make 'em shiver with the chill and the sumbitches 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 Nina makin dumb digits and I run with it like when they hung niggaz (Pyune!) I be the killa, the one you be feelin for real, I got the hot flows Caught foes cause I got hoes, a lot though when I rock shows Not no iller scrot bro, if you crooked you smell like Sasso Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso! Muh'fucker! ... [Passionate MC] Yo, I'm puttin the Darth in Anakin rippin apart the planet with niggaz alarmed and panickin Thoughts are scramblin more than the doctors handlin all of your parts with bandages And with all advantages I can show them through the devastation that their end's awaitin like the head of Satan with a demonstration of its separation Got the pencil breakin in the right hand, twist necks like a mic stand Nightmare, rip flesh in the distance of a light year; yeah! If you really wanna talk about the buzz and the way that I had to bring it back quick with a tactic that is steadily breakin the fabric of the universe suddenly at risk Cause I've mastered this, Passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege after subtractin these bitches way faster than an abacus I'm blastin shit! The snub nose never tells lies The .38, wrapped around my waist is not a belt size Like pregnant birds in the sky, you'll see the shells fly Then I'll kill myself just to make the devil in Hell die I tell time, and the clock is tickin on the opposition when I pop it in 'em with an awkward rhythm, you can hear them hollerin louder than opera women I'm a BEAST!