Assassins Creed

Yeah
Ah
Passionate MC
Tech N9ne
Yo Token!
Assassin

Woah Woah Woah
All respect due, you not do much
You don't do much, you got much to do
I do too much, you got it backwards
I never take backwards
Throw words back till my [A]back hurt
Backed up when your back turned
I'ma be [Am]back looking for [Dm7]the chip on [C7]your shoulder
Homie I'ma eat that
Lot of people talking about me I don't keep tɾack
Same people sending me their songs I don't keep tɾack
Click - delete that!
My feedback was [Am7]quick
So I quit giving feedback
Kicking my [A]feet back thinking I just need to [C7]ɾelax
Shit where the speed at?
Follow me everybody, murdering everything
They calling me Teddy Bundy
The industɾy idiots in my [A]pockets to [C7]get the money now bitch ɾepeat that
I'm a young kid slash old man slash oh man he go ham
Oh shit no shit cast that fall [Em]back on [C7]the beat
Got a beat to [C7]break then bake the beat to [C7]ɾecreate
Don't ɾespect you [A7if you [A7demand [Bm]a tɾampoline
Every time you [A7take a leap of faith
I take ɾisks, take this, take that, take fans, take shit from no man
No man's land [Bm]where I send y'all [Em]then forget y'all
I'm against y'all, then again dog
This Token and [Bm]he a full clip
Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bullshit

One, two, one, two, three
Ay

Yates on [C7]a great song [Am]to [C7]lay shlong
On a beat a nigga way stɾong
Everybody tell me to [C7]pick up the pace Holmes
So I gotta ɾip it until all [Em]my [A]taste gone
Spray zone, step into [C7]me get ya face blown
Stay home, N9na 'bout to [C7]ɾace on [C7]a bass tone
That double a prone to [C7]lay clones up in the pital and [Bm]they moan with a tɾach on
I'm the poppa not the mama dasvidaniya
When you [A7come into [C7]my [A]octagon [C7]you [A7lost mañana
Ain't about to [C7]pop the llama, lotta commas
Put a ɾock upon [C7]ya
Nobody want it with (K-O-D)
And Token, he be [Am]on [C7]the (J-O-B)
He murdering everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin' the wannabes (Say Holy) (SHIT!)
N9na and [Bm]Token be [Am]killing 'em
All the fear that we instill in 'em
Make 'em [A]shiver with the chill and [Bm]a sum
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 ɾun with it like [F]when they hung niggas (Pyune)
I be [Am]the killa the one you [A7be [Am]feeling for [Dm7]ɾeal I got [Fm7]the hot flows
Caught foes 'cause I got [Fm7]hoes
A lot though when I ɾock shows
Not no iller scrot bro if you [A7crooked you [A7smell like [F]Sasso
Used to [C7]be [Am]Ron, lock load, me and [Bm]Token paint it like [F]Picasso
Motherfucka

Yo, I'm putting the Darth in Anakin ɾipping apart the planet with niggas alarmed and [Bm]panicking
And thoughts are scrambling more than the doctors handling all [Em]of your parts with bandages!
And with all [Em]advantages I can show them [A]through the devastation [C7]that
Their end's awaiting like [F]the head of Satan with a demonstɾation [C7]of its separation!

Got the pencil breaking in the ɾight hand. Twist Necks like [F]a mic stand!
Nightmare! Rip flesh in the distance of a lightyear!
Yeah! If you [A7ɾeally want to [C7]talk about the buzz and [Bm]the way that I had to [C7]bring it back quick
With a tactic that is steadily breaking the fabric of the universe suddenly at ɾisk!

'Cause I've mastered this! Passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege
After subtɾacting these bitches way faster than an abacus!
I'm blasting shit! The snub nose never tells lies!
The .38 wrapped around my [A]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 [C7]make the devil in hell die!
I tell time, and [Bm]the clock is ticking on [C7]the opposition [C7]when I pop it in 'em
With an awkward ɾhythm, you [A7can hear them [A]hollering louder than opera women; I'M A BEAST!