Artist: 60 Second Assassin f/ Hell Razah, Killah Priest, Prodigal Sunn Album: Remarkable Timing Song: M.O.A.N. Typed by: Tha Masta [60 Minutes excerpt] For years, those bent on assassination Bring extraordinary insight into the mind of an assassin You're about to meet some people who understand that kind of madness very well "All the lonely people like me tonight, I'm on..." [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] But fuck that, man (that's right) Survival, nigga (moans and the cries) Only the strong survive! (moans and the cries) The hood, the jungle, the world and the crying "The mind of an assassin" -> 60 Minutes excerpt [Prodigal Sunn] I wipe the tears from the faces of people Pain, suffering and struggling, bloodshed in the jungle of evil I grip steal with the eyes of an eagle Spread love like the wings of a seagul, Sunny smooth as a regal But I scheme with the Killa Bee needles Break bones, Knieval, Magneto, shell grip hard as a penal Take a hard breath cuz we living in sequels Controlled by the lethal, injection Confusing directions, seven points move in seven directions Taught by perfection, raised in the hood, death and discretion Learned fast about carrying weapons In the past, became a slave to the Devil's inception They I straighted up my kinners and cleared my reception Explained my life, from my own perception Live good, eat well, through this difficult Hell Expand the cell, keep the tragic niggaz chasing his tail Played it up like the third rail but words prevail [60 Minutes excerpt] Discovered the charactericstics found in an assassin [60 Second Assassin] Loss of the immaculate, kill or be killed Mack is trafficking blue magic hits Evidence that some of them be tracking since FBI, CIA, front to back with shit The asking shit, give it to us then mack the shit They crack and sniff the fifth to fix the grip Morphine for the fiends to fix Oxy contin in the active chips, they drop for the active trips Fall for a habit quick, can't under the mix Stay out the kitchen, my math is quick Recipes, handcuffed it in amphetamines I spit pure extacy when the mic land next to me [samples cut and scratched] "The Sunz of Man" -> Hell Razah "Wu-Tang Clan" -> RZA "The Son of Man" "Life is lonely and incontained" "Wu-Tang Clan" -> RZA "The Sunz of Man" -> Hell Razah [60 Minutes excerpt] But as one assassin told us If the guns come out, we've already failed It's up to the intelligence division To stop the assassin, before he picks up a gun [samples cut and scratched] "The Son of Man" [Killah Priest] From heavy brain food to colored windows The clouds of smoke to red carpet intros To crowded limos with pounds of Indo Powder on your tinsel on the nose of kinfolks My Alfred Hitch, called pin strokes Horror-olgy, prison-ism, juvenile wisdom Spools on file for victims Shootouts to moving now, loudmouths, the ghetto hear none The police sirens, O.B. firing in the skillets from killas Real niggaz, boxcutters, apes, gorillas Blocks, gutters, watch my brothers The luminatti is now the demonatti After twelve, dope fiends in the lobbies Shot my posse, sour passe The block party, apartheid To Marcus Garvey to Bob Marley I rap with dreads inside of my Caesar A true believer, true achiever [samples cut and scratched] "The Son of Man" [60 Minutes excerpt] There was no profile of an assassin, we're assessing People came from a range, backward homes Some of them came around, as most did not Some of them from a history of violence, most did not Stop the assassin before he picks up a gun [sample] "Life is lonely and incontained" [Hell Razah] Yo, I'll turn a booth to a murder scene Whoever heard of a rap Al Green with an M-16 Sword so sharp, it'll split your spleen I'm a flying guillotine to the heads of phillistines Revelations, thirteen, better flip your CREAM The anti-Christ on the TV screen, selling dreams I ain't caught up in the bling or material things But give praise to the king of the kings or dump wings May I shine on the day that I die through sun beams I'ma ride out for Adani, the black Rabbi When he rhyme, they say Horace's eye become wide And can't spy when I get online, in no time I demolish any artist you sign with one line I'm a mastermind, one of a kind You looking at the next Einstein, from the same hood as Klein They turned Jerusalem to Palistine, instead of water to wine For the nobles of that mystic shrine So I moan like Nina Simone, when I'm reading a poem I teleport without needing a phone It's go hard or go home when I get in my zone I'm in the ozone layer when I sit on my throne, of glory It's Renaissance Child, you know the story [samples, some cut and scratched] "All the lonely people like me tonight, I'm on..." "The Son of Man" "It's time to raise the stakes again" -> Guru "The Sunz of Man" -> Hell Razah "You know me..." "The mind of an assassin" -> 60 Minutes excerpt "All the lonely people like me tonight, I'm on..."